Chapter 185. The wedding is about to begin
When I regained consciousness, I was surprised to find myself
lying on a simple, narrow bed. I looked down to discover that I was wearing a wedding dress!
Vincent was standing on the other side of the room, holding a bouquet of roses. When he saw me tugging at my dress in
disbelief, he strode over to me, squatted down, and pressed the delicate flowers into my hands. He said, “Olive, we’re supposed to be at the altar soon. You need to get ready.”
I thought I must be dreaming. There was no other possible explanation for what Vincent was saying. Why was he talking about an altar?
My eyes widened in shock. “Vincent, are you out of your mind?”
What the hell had he done? What was wrong with that can of milk… Had Vincent drugged me?
He smiled as he pushed the bouquet of roses into my hands, gently cradling my cheek in his cool palm. “I’ll explain everything later. For now, can you just trust me?”
Vincent looked at me with a calm expression. “That’s right, Olive. We’re in a church, and in ten minutes, you and I are going to have our wedding ceremony.”
He tried to touch my face again, but this time I didn’t give him the chance. As he reached out to me, I picked up the bouquet of roses and smashed them into Vincent’s head as hard as I could.
I shoved him away from me and staggered up from the bed. “This isn’t funny, Vincent! I really misjudged you. I didn’t realize you were such a shameless, despicable person!”
I thought Vincent’s formal outfit this morning was strange, but I hadn’t questioned it in the moment. This was completely ridiculous, and I’d never expected Vincent to take his little joke so far.
But now it seemed like Vincent was actually crazy, and there was no telling what he might do! I was starting to wonder if Vincent had lied to me about his mother’s illness, and it was all just a ruse to drag me into this wedding scheme!
I couldn’t let Vincent get away with this; I had to get out of this d*mn church immediately. I didn’t even have the energy to yell at Vincent anymore, I just wanted to escape as fast as I could.
But after opening the door, I froze in my tracks.
Vincent’s mother, Kaitlyn Jones, was sitting in a wheelchair in the front row of the church sanctuary. She was wearing a plain white dress with a corsage pinned to her chest, and she had a joyful, relieved smile on her face.
She looked like she’d lost a lot of weight since I had last seen her, and her face was transformed by a haggard exhaustion that couldn’t be hidden by makeup. Apparently, she really was sick.
While I was still processing Mrs. Jones’s weakened state, Vincent came striding over to me. He took my elbow, lowered his head, and whispered in a pleading tone, “Olive, I’m sorry, but this is all out of necessity. I never meant to lie to you, but my mother would be so disappointed if we didn’t have a real wedding.”
From the pew, Kaitlyn smiled and waved at me. She was so thin, she was basically just skin and bones, but the light in her eyes as she gazed at me and Vincent was impossible to miss.
Seeing Kaitlyn like this gave me pause, but I still couldn’t hold back my, anger at Vincent. “But you still shouldn’t have lied to me!”
I’d passed out and woken up to find myself wearing a wedding dress. Vincent had no idea how much this scene had affected me.