The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 44 Greater good

Roselia's POV

Me, Dani and Nana reached the church where the wedding procession was being held at the same time Vanessa did and we were all chatting.

"Where are you guys staying tomorrow?" Dani enquired as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, plucking out every piece of information from Vanessa.

"They have a holiday villa there. All of us will be under one roof." Apparently, Vanessa was more better informed than me.

"Oh, okay." Dani wiggled her eyebrows at me which made my eyes narrow. "Under one roof, huh?"

What? It's not like I've never spent a night with Jasper under one roof.

It's just that Dani wasn't as experienced as Nana.

"Be careful out there, Sellie." Nana brushed my arm up and down lovingly. "Always bring pepper spray." Dani and Vanessa engaged in their own small talk as Nana leaned closer to me. "You never know what's going to happen. There are a lot of pick pockets in the Hamptons."

I nodded silently and smiled at her, appreciating her genuine concern over my well-being.

I looked around the church and there were people from different ethnicities around the world. There was a group of people who wore an ensemble of expensive Egyptian cotton wrapped beautifully around their bodies. More than a few people conversed fluently in foreign languages and I felt out of place because of the diversity that was present in the church.

A group of men entered through the church doors with a respectable aura around them. Everyone turned their heads as a particular one wore all white and I stood on the tip of my toes to sneak a peek at Jenna's husband-to-be.

He was definitely of Indian descent. Hs face was stern and cold. If people didn't know it was his wedding day, they might've thought that he was attending an important meeting. Ah yes, meeting. He looked like Jasper when he was busy tending to his meetings to expand his business.

I chuckled to myself as I realized I had just compared a weeding to a business transaction. That wasn't possible, was it? Better yet, that wasn't moral.

As he took the last few steps to the altar, I finally had a better view of him. He was tall and had a strong build. He looked like he wouldn't be more than 30 years old. He had eyes as dark as obsidian and a well-defined bone structure. If his face wasn't so serious, I guarantee he would look much more inviting.

"The bride is arriving." Someone announced over the speakers and all those who were seated stood up to the direction of the entrance, awaiting her arrival.

Just as the doors open to its full potential, the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in elbow to elbow.

First couple, nope, don't recognize them. They looked older, probably one of Jenna's friends.

Second couple, nope. Also didn't know them.

The last couple, however, caught my attention. My boyfriend walked with a human being other than me towards the altar with intertwined elbows. A pang of jealousy hit me but I saw the expression of the young female beside him, completely annoyed and I relaxed.

His eyes searched for mine as soon as he stepped up to the altar and the room felt like it silenced as he did. He took a long look at my figure in a slightly revealing dress and smiled wildly, absolutely loving how beautiful I looked in his eyes. I smiled back at him and mouthed, 'Pretty?'

His eyes shined brightly and the intensity of his gaze alone was enough to make me feel like the world was better with him in it.

A romantic piano song started playing and I turned my head around to see Jenna in a white dress, sewn to perfection with beads and lace. She had her hair up in a beautiful wavy bun and held a bouquet of lilies in her hand. Similar to the groom, she had a serious face but managed to hide it with a smile that brightened up the room.