Chapter 48 I'm Home (Part Two)

Spencer remained frozen at the spot, refusing to gaze at her parent's portraits. He remembered them from his childhood memory. Her parents died young, younger than they should be.

"Would you please leave, Spencer?" Fiona asked, not sparing him a glance as she remained fixated on her parents' graves. "I would like to speak to my parents alone."

"Just pretend I'm not here," Spencer answered mechanically.

Fiona sighed at his antics and gesture to Spencer's direction. "Mom, Dad, this is my husband, Spencer. You remember him right? He's my betrothed you've arranged me with when we were kids. He can be quite overbearing and downright horrible. If both of you were still here, I'm pretty sure you would've dissolved the engagement."

"Fiona, you are bolder now," Spencer mocked.

"Do be quiet. I'm busy speaking with my parents," Fiona countered.

As Spencer did as he was told, his thoughts drifted as he was admiring the scenery. He could recall how gentle Fiona's mother was. They would often sit together and have tea. When she was pregnant, she let him feel the baby growing inside of her. Hadn't the accident happen, would their fates have been different? Would the relationship between him and Fiona have flourished like their families hoped for?

Spencer felt only remorse. After all his extensive planning of exacting his revenge on Fiona, for the first time he was having second thoughts. Was this what he wanted?

"We're getting married." He barely caught Fiona's words as he was too lost in his musings. "Now that I'm getting married, I must stop my childishness and be more matured, right? There's no need to worry about me. I'll have a long, happy and comfortable life. Spencer and I...are close. We'll visit you as soon as possible after the wedding!"

As they trekked down to get to the car, Spencer couldn't help but ask Fiona, "Do you think your parents heard you?"

"I'm sure they did," Fiona said, her head tilted to the skies as she smiled. She was sure of it. Her words would've been carried by the wind to the heavens.

Few days before the wedding, Fiona was swamped with work. She was fitted to different dresses. If that wasn't enough, she was subjected to different kinds of hair and make-up do-overs, as stylists would decide what would go best with her dress. Spencer was lucky. He wasn't subjected to such treatments as he already had chosen his outfit already. By the time they were finished, Fiona was too tired to bother anyone.

At last,

ssions seemed to have evaporated into thin air at this moment.

Spencer always Fiona was attractive, though he never knew up to what extent her beauty could be. Her beauty was almost ethereal to his eyes. Her long, black hair was curled stylishly. She was adorned with carefully selected jewelry, made of silver and gold. It complimented her beauty, accentuating her natural features, making her beauty stand out against the red she adorned.

Spencer's heart lurched and he desperately tried to swallow it down,

making his Adam's apple bob at his attempts. He continued to lock gazes with Fiona, all jittery and flustered.

The host regarded them with a smile and announced, "You may now bow to each other."

"Wait!"

All eyes turned to the entrance of the hall. There, a woman panting, clutching the door frame as she tried to catch her breath. She looked a bit disheveled, like she rushed to get there.

The woman straightened her posture, her confidence dwindled as the guests gave her their attention. The woman was tall, slender in built with curly hair flowing to her shoulders.

Spencer turned his attention to whoever dared to cause a commotion. His eyes widened in recognition as the woman came into view. A sudden rush of feelings, he recognized as yearning grasped him, rendering him speechless. It was like being jolted by electricity, the volts rushing through his body, grounding him. Spencer was froze where he stood as he continued to gaze at the woman.

The woman held his gaze as she approached them slowly and stopped a few steps away from Spencer. She took a deep breath and with a gentle smile, she said, "I'm home, Spencer."