Four Years Of Hair For A Wedding And He Cut It For A Scene Chapter 06

Four Years Of Hair For A Wedding And He Cut It For A Scene Chapter 06

I nodded, and Julian turned to me.

“Is there anything you want to bring with you?”

I was quiet for a moment. Then I shook my head.

“Nothing.”

The reliquary was gone. The only thing my mother left me was the wedding dress I was wearing.

Other than that, there was nothing left worth carrying out of North Crest.

But then another thought crept in, and my stomach knotted.

“Julian.”

“Have you told your family?”

Julian blinked.

“Told them what?”

I looked down, twisting the tulle of my veil between my fingers.

“That you married me.”

“Everyone always said I never went to school. That I can’t read. That I don’t understand how the world works.”

“That I don’t belong in your world.”

“If your family finds out you married someone like me…”

“Will they be angry?”

“Will they hate me?”

“Will they think I’m beneath you?”

Each question came out quieter than the last.

I couldn’t bring myself to look up.

Then a warm hand closed around mine.

Julian’s eyes stayed on mine, steady.

“No.”

“They’re going to love you.”

“I promise.”

“No one is going to look down on you for not going to school.”

“And no one is going to judge you for where you came from.”

“Elena, you’re incredible.”

“They were the ones who were wrong. Not you.”

He tightened his grip on my hand.

His voice dropped, steady and sure.

“No one is ever going to make you feel small again.”

“I promise you.”

By the time the banquet broke up, the night had gone deep and cold.

The bonfire had burned down to embers.

Scraps of singing and laughter still drifted over from somewhere in the dark.

Julian had drunk more than anyone.

The locals had lined up to toast him. Even the village elders came with heavy pours of wine, and Julian barely turned any of them down.

One of the sisters looked him over, concerned.

“Julian, why don’t you just stay in Elena’s room tonight?”

A ripple of teasing laughter went through the group.

Julian’s ears flushed, but he smiled and shook his head.

“I’m fine.”

He turned to me.

“We got married so I could help you leave. That’s what matters.”

“I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

“Besides, you’re exhausted. Get some sleep.”

He bowed to Father Silas.

“I’ll take a room in the rectory tonight.”

Father Silas smiled and nodded.

“Go ahead.”

At the door, Julian glanced back.

“I’ll come for you in the morning.”

“We’ll go down the mountain together.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

Once he was gone, the sister nudged my shoulder, grinning.

“He’s a good one, Elena.”

I felt the warmth in my cheeks and couldn’t say a word.

Walking back to my room, the moonlight was bright on the snow.

I’d just reached my door when a figure stepped out of the dark.

I stopped.

Garrett. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there.

His windbreaker was damp from the cold, but his eyes were raw and red.

The moment he saw me, he crossed the distance in three strides.

“Elena.”

I looked at him in silence.

Garrett swallowed hard.

His voice came out broken.

“Why?”

“Why did you do this?”

I didn’t speak.

Garrett stared at me.

“Is this payback?”

“Is it because of Audrey?”

“You got Julian to go along with all this just to make me jealous. Is that it?”

I shook my head.

“No.”