Chapter Thirty-Three

My gaze met my Dad again and I could see his cold stare. It was as if he was going to stand up where he sat and yelled at me, but I knew that he was holding himself up together.

I looked at his side and saw my Mom holding his hands, then I understood what happened.

I looked up to see Viola just entering the wedding, I knew that she was never meant to be late.

Afterwards, Thomas entered, with some men and he held his walking stick which had a golden lion head image at the head of it.

When Thomas sat down I could feel how he felt as he waited with the others to hear my reply. I knew that he wasn't in support of his son, because he clenched his grip on his walking stick.

Jake's eyes were already getting reddened and I knew that he was getting more hurt because of the situation.

"Listen to me, if it's because of the lover boy that you are still holding back, remember that I can kill his father, Henry," Lincoln whispered into my ears.

I knew that he didn't want the priest to hear ou