Page 6 of The Love of Priest

The cycle ends here.

ChapterThree

5 YEARS LATER

Britain stoodin the mirror with a content smile on her face. Her smooth hands drifted down the sides of her dress, causing her to melt at the feeling of the material. The gown hung down to her feet, hugging every curve and indentation of her body.

Her dark hair was pulled up, allowing her beauty to be on full display. Her striking shoulders were out, and she accessorized her chest with a diamond encrusted necklace. "You look gorgeous,” she complimented herself as she took ahold of her bouquet of flowers, holding it out in front of her.

"Britain, let's go. We can't have them waiting." Jadey's head popped into the room. She looked gorgeous. Her makeup was minimal, and her hair contained loose curls.

Britain nodded her head with a light smile. "Right." She secured her hand around the bouquet once more, using the other to keep from stepping on the length of her dress.

She exited the room, causing the ladies who were awaiting her arrival to all fawn at her beauty.

"You look gorgeous." Jadey hugged her.

"Me? Look at you. You're stunning," she complimented Jadey.

Jadey smiled. "Well, now that we're all ready, let's get the wedding on a roll." She clapped her hands in a conducting manner.

Britain's mind flooded with positive thoughts. She was set to walk down the aisle in a few minutes, and the last thing she wanted was to trip and fall. That would ruin her entire day.

It didn't take long before the doors of the chapel were pulled open, and the long aisle was staring back at her. The decor of white and champagne gold filled the area of the chapel. Everything was how she imagined it, from the music to the flowers. The soft strums of the violin filled her ears as she took her first step down the aisle. Her bouquet of flowers was in front of her as she kept her eyes fixed on the altar.

Once she made it to the altar, Britain kept a widespread smile on her face. She was happy, excited even! Who wouldn't be? She successfully made it down the aisle without one mishap.

"All rise for the bride," Britain heard. Jadey was now making her way down the aisle after all her bridesmaids had lined up directly behind her maid of honor— Britain.

Britain kept her eyes fixed on Jadey. She looked so graceful and elegant. The way the all-white mermaid gown conformed to her body was jaw dropping. The light curls set in her jet-black hair cupped her rounded face perfectly. Her veil matched the long train of the dress, giving the dramatic effect she always wanted.Jadey was a doll. Her striking umber brown skin radiated as she garnered everyone’s attention during her walk down the aisle.

Britain was happy for her friend. She had found love. True love.Everything Britain wanted.

The wedding was great. Britain even found herself shedding a few tears. The reception had come, and now Britain was celebrating in honor of her friend becoming a wife. Britain had fulfilled her duties of being yet another bridesmaid.

She had stopped searching for two years now. No man swooped in after Cameron. Fortunately for Britain, she didn't need to find a man to have her completely cut ties with Cameron. After their ordeal, he too found himself at the altar, marrying who he considered the love of his life. To pour more salt on the wound he inflicted on Britain's heart, he invited her to the wedding. Britain was a no-show. She couldn’t stomach watching him give everything she wanted from him to another woman. The fact that he assumed she could stomach the sight of him getting married just went to show how much he didn't give a damn about her.

For the first time in a long time, Britain found herself falling back into the stages of regret, longing, and wonder. The cycle had finally come to an end, but she secretly wished it hadn't.

Sitting at the bar of the reception, Britain threw back another drink. Looking over her shoulder, she could see Jadey and her now husband, Kaymen, enjoying themselves on the dance floor. They were so in love. It was beautiful.

"Let me get a D'ussé on the rocks," Britain overheard to the right of her. Slowly, she craned her head toward the deep baritone voice. Her lack of height and the fact that she was sitting down caused her eyes to be met with the side view of his arm. Inclining her eyes up from his muscular build, she focused her orbs onto his face. He was handsome.

His jawline was sharp, and his beard was lined up precisely, matching the sharp line-up he was sporting. That wasn't an end to everything sharp about him. His attire screamed seduction and intimidation. The charcoal black suit that tailored his body perfectly caused Britain to gawk. By now, she was staring a hole into the side of his face. She had yet to see his full face, yet she wasn't pressed to do so. From the profile view alone, she could tell he was handsome.

The bartender sat the glass of D'ussé on ice down onto a napkin and slowly slid it over to him. Britain’s eyes flowed over him, watching as he reached out and took ahold of his glass. Her orbs scanned his massive hand. His nail beds were clean and cut evenly. The tattoos that inked his hand caused questions to stop at the tip of her tongue.

The diamonds that drenched his platinum Audemars Piguet watch caught immediate attention from Britain. The ice was jaw dropping, and Britain was sure she had never seen anything as dazzling as his time piece.

His glass was sat back down. He angled himself so now he was facing Britain completely. She was in awe. She couldn't help but to sear into his dark, hollow and hooded eyes with her soft ones. His thick brows were furrowed. Britain didn't think he was confused by anything. She could tell that was just his natural scowl. Her eyes never felt the need to depart from his. She was too captivated.

"You gonna join me for a drink or stare at me while I enjoy mine?" He was now peering down at her. She immediately felt like she had shrunk. Britain's heart sank. The way he was looking at her would’ve made anyone think he was scolding her for something, but his tone was full of amusement.

Britain cleared her throat. Her shifting around in her seat caused him to laugh. Through his laughter, Britain was able to see how perfect his teeth were. They were porcelain white and aligned perfectly. "I just had a drink. I don't think I need anymore," Britain turned down the offer for another drink.

He chuckled. It was deep. Britain nearly felt her knees buckle. Thank God she was already sitting down. "Bridesmaid duties?" He raised one of his bushy brows.

Britain cracked a smile. She was a beauty. Her smile was intoxicating and captivating. It was the first thing that caught him. "Maid of honor, actually," Britain corrected him. "Jadey's best friend."

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