Belle's POV:
I placed the wedding glove on my hand, trying to keep from crying.I've been on the verge of tears since I opened my eyes this morning,the dreaded day was finally here--it all felt like dejavu.This time it was a double wedding about to ruin more than one life.I locked eyes with myself in the mirror,gazing at the tears shining there.
I wiped at the tears on my cheeks,not bothering that I was smudging some of the makeup off my face.Makeup in which many professional makeup artists stood in this room trying to perfect just a half an hour ago.
"I'm so sorry Belle."Rosella whispered in a broken voice next to me.
"It's not your fault."I whispered back, turning to her,acknowledging her presence in the room for the first time.
Rosella shook her head at me."We should have found all
