The next morning, Gemma opened her eyes, and she recognized the room where she laid, she was in their room from what she remembered Isaac asked to take her to the hospital, she breathed in and sighed, turning over, Isaac wasn't in bed, she shut her eyes for a moment, he must have gone to work, she assumed, this was good timing she could sneak off or come home late for now, to avoid the discussion. So many thoughts ran through her head and she held her head, sitting up. She stared around the room and he was nowhere to be seen. She looked at the table where he kept his phone, and it was laying there. He hadn't gone to work yet. Gemma suddenly felt the urge to reach out for the phone but stopped. She pushed the duvet off. She had her hair in a ponytail, her clothes were changed, she was now in a black polo and shorts, Gemma stretched, yawning wide. Her body was aching. She wore her slipper, getting up and the door opened, Gemma raised her gaze, seeing him her expression fell, she had
"No, you have to explain to me why, darling what happened?" Marbella asked, Gemma sighed over and over. She held in her hands a glass of orange juice and sat in the kitchen. "I don't know what came over me, I am just tired... Of having to prove to Isaac..." "What are you talking about? You're getting married in a week! Are you insane?" Marbella asked "Mom" Gemma called softly. She knew that, one didn't have to remind her, she was getting married in a week. They had planned so much, including her gown. "What the heck do you think marriage is? A joke?" Marbella asked, her gaze didn't leave Gemma, she looked so confused, Marbella looked at her fingers and she still had her rings on. "I know that exactly, mom... And that's why I want to think about this!" She yelled with a sign. Marbella turned back, looking her in the eyes unable to read her emotions. Gemma's eyes were filled with fear and guilt, like she had killed someone. "Because of Juan?" Marbella asked, with her gaz
Gemma stepped out, seeing him in his brown coat and black trousers, his hair covering his forehead, giving him a boyish look. His gaze caught hers and he began to adjust. "Isaac?" She came closer, he held in his hand a single red rose, and she smiled at the rose. "I'm sorry, Gemma," he said. "I freaked out, I shouldn't have those things... I... Gemma, I have a lot to say, but I would start by apologizing" Isaac rushed, she stared at him, coming closer, Isaac didn't seem to see the smile on her face and explained himself. "And that's why I am here, Gems... I am sorry, I don't want to lose you, I don't care if you love him or if he does, what matters most is that I love you and you love me, huh? Right? I don't want to lose you, I don't know what I would do without you... The whole..." He lowered his gaze, blinking like he searched or had practised these words. "Isaac" she called interrupting him while standing at his front, staring at him "Gemma, I am sorry... The whole house, e
"Go up Richard," Marbella says, Gemma and Isaac stood beside her. "Okay," Richard said, heading upstairs, he looked back and smiled at Isaac. "What's going on?" Abram asked, stepping down, he paused seeing Isaac and Gemma. He smiled at them, which they returned. "Come on, big man," he says, taking Richard up. Marbella walked to the kitchen, Gemma and Isaac watched her bring out a bottle of water. She held two in her hands. She handed one to Isaac and opened one, gulping down. Isaac stared at her, he had a faint smile remembering how scared Gemma was, he wasn't sure if it was safe. Gemma eyed him severally, he opened the lid, drinking from it, even when he wasn't thirsty. "Thank you" he whispered, dropping the water on a large glass centre table. "You two, got back together? That's why you were kissing right?" She asked in a calm voice, her piercing gaze at Isaac made him sit still. "Yes" he managed to say, Marbella turned around, drinking her remaining water. "Mom?
Walking through the aisle, Gemma's dress swept the floor. The dress had long sleeves, backless and shaped in an A-line style. Gemma had chosen a boho style for her wedding and her dress just matched perfectly. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun and for the perfect combination of bohemian wedding style, she wore a hippie style headband with flowers or a flower crown, she held in her hands fresh seasonal flowers matching her boho flower headband resting on her hair. She adored her neck with a slim diamond necklace, which wasn't too obvious. The wedding location was finally decided, taking a trip to Italy was the best decision Gemma made. Imagine a romantic park near an elegant villa, with this beautiful ceremony under the trees, a cocktail on a terrace with a breath-taking vista, inside a sumptuous garden enlightened by candles or a glass chandelier. Abram held her hands. Her beautiful sparkling eyes focused on the one man she was going to make hers for the rest of her life. H
Isaac took her hands, helping her to the dance floor. A slow romantic music played in the background, and slowly she wrapped her hands around his neck, and his large hands around her waist. Her gaze caught his, and a smile graced both their lips. "I can't believe this" he said, Gemma blushed, wrapping her hands tighter around his neck, she rested her head on his chest, moving along to the soft music. His soft breath against her, makes her giggle. Just like that in his warm arms, she hoped she could stay like that forever. His hands gently caress her hair. And Isaac smelt just as he looked, so good. The dance lasted quite a long time, and soon after people began to join after giving them time to enjoy their first dance. Still silent, Gemma stayed in his arms, with her head blank and lost for words. She believed he was the same, his heart was racing but he couldn't say anything. She smiled, holding him tighter. Seemed to her, he tried to control his pounding heart. "Your hear
"I need to speak with my mom," she said, breathlessly. "Yeah, change, we need to leave," he added. Gemma turned around, her eyes met Farah who stood beside a man, she still didn't have time to get to know Isaac's brother, Zach. His hair, the style and even his height. He must be the one he barely talks about, Farah's husband. She still didn't know how two brothers were once attracted to one woman."Hey, Gemma?" Abram called, interrupting her thoughts and her eyes shifted towards his direction."Oh, I was…" she cleared her throat, finding words, her hands in front of her, "I was..." Yet no words. "Congratulations," he said, cutting her short."Thank you," she smiled and darted towards Farah, "Are you okay?" Abram asked, trying to find what she had been staring at, "Yeah, I am, I was uh…" she spotted Richard from behind Abram's shoulder, "Hi Richard!" She smiled, waving at him, Abram turned back, and he walked towards them with a cocktail in his hands."When are you coming back to
First day as Mrs Dale, the freshness of the morning came, Gemma and Isaac were still asleep. Although they had made plans but last night, they had fun. So much fun, that Gemma hadn't heard the alarm ringing.Now, the sound of Gemma's phone had interrupted her lovely dream, slowly bringing her back to reality, when she opened her eyes, she hurriedly closed them back due to the sunlight penetrating the room from the large window. She turned over and rested her hands on Isaac, inhaling the scent of the morning.Stretching her body, while her eyes still hurt from the bright room. She opened them back and shut them immediately, yawning wide. Gemma reached for her phone, and finally. The phone stopped vibrating, her eyes still closed.She quickly reached for the duvet and pulled it up for more warmth. Her hands searched for the uncomfortable thing stuck in her hair, she grabbed it and took off the veil on her hair.The room was quiet for a while except for the noise of their breathing and s