As the little drops of rain started to fall from the sky, Zayd looked through the crowd for Quinn. It was finally time and Marcia had gone to her room to get her.
He felt more impatient now than ever; to see her…to touch her, and the bliss he was trying to hide showed so blatantly in his uncontrollable smile.
Quinn was about to be rightfully his…the happiness he felt was something he couldn’t even explain. His heart was beating heavily; like a drum, and anticipation was trying its best to kill him.
He couldn’t wait for her to bless the crowd with her beauty, to light up this dark night like a beetle. Every step she’d make would wreck him wonderfully and when she was finally in his arms he’d crumble and fold…
God dammit…! It had been so hard to keep his distance before the ceremony,
