I woke up to fanning and a crowd gathered in front of me. They all had worried looks on their faces and an uncomfortable headache at one point of my head made me groan. I tried to sit up but I failed at that. Feminine hands supported me and helped me get up. They all held on tightly to me. About four to five of them. I was trying to understand what the situation at hand was.
I looked around and the memory of it all came back. I was in church, still in my wedding gown and a lot of the guests were gathered around me. Some were responsible for the fanning, others stood staring at me with pitiful eyes that I didn't need from them. This was what I hated the most in my life, being a subject of public pity.
Spikes had killed me. Why would he choose to marry me only to break me like this on our
