57. The beginning

When Emma walked into the venue, it was hardly like how she imagined it to be.

It was a small room in the hotel that they were staying at, with two eyewitnesses and one minister to officiate the ceremony. Jamie was speaking to his best man when Emma stepped inside, her presence barely catching his attention. He was dressed in a black suit himself, his classic frown adorning his face. Emma watched his face for any sign of anxiousness, trying to read if he was having second doubts about this, but as always, his face gave away nothing.

As for her, her heart just wouldn’t stop racing against her ribs, pumping with so much vigor that she could almost hear her pulse. Her palms had gone sweaty, trembling by her sides as she awaited to take the next significant step of her life. She was moments away from entering a new phase of her life, mere steps away from attaining a new role. She would no longer be that woman that was fighting a lone battle. She would become Jamie’s wife and take on new