45. Vows

POPPY:

I can't fucking move my legs as my panic continued kicking in. The guests were looking at me with weird looks and they were not helping at all.

They looked like evil clowns in front of us holding a bloody knives in an attempt to hurt me.

Was it because of anxiety or nervousness? And of all the right timing, why did it have to be now? I usually felt this whenever I was feeling an intense emotion and I could not even control this.

"Miss Poppy?" Mr. Willis was already showing his concern. He nudged my elbow, but I won’t budge. “Miss Poppy? Do you want me to inform Bastian that you’re not feeling well?”

Mr. Willis’s voice seemed distant. Out of reach.

My breath was sharp and fast.

Fuck.

Inhale, exhale. You can do this, Poppy. You can fucking do this!

In front, Sebastian's brows furrowed and the older man who looked like him was also bothered. The singer continued singing and everyone was already looking at me. Confused.

This was so embarrassing!

Sebastian was regal and compo