88. REALITY

~ Violet ~ “Violet?” Damon gaped, not expecting to see her there. “Damon…” she replied. She turned around to where Isabella was standing, but she wasn’t there anymore. She was gone. There was no one in the room except for her and Damon. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I just… came here to pray…” Violet was looking around in confusion. Then she narrowed her eyes at him and asked, “What are you doing here?” “Uh, same,” he shrugged. “Here to pray,” Damon… prays? Violet watched in suspicion as Damon stepped closer to the altar. He put the flowers he was carrying behind his back and stood before the cross. Bowing his head down, he closed his eyes as if to pray. “You know, they say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,” Violet’s comment caused Damon to open his eyes. “That’s nonsense,” he stifled a laugh. “What’s that in your hand?” she asked. Damon revealed the flowers he was carrying. It was a bouquet of violet roses, the same exact ones as the ones he gave