You still couldn’t figure him out. Everything he did seemed perfect.. but you knew he was a twisted man under his façade, you’d seen it yourself..

So when he asked to marry you, you didn’t know how to act, if you said no, you knew you’d disappear for good, if you said yes.. well you two would be..happpy

But you had said yes.. I mean you did love him right? He was so kind,, he had a way with words.. months of preparation went into the perfect wedding for the two of you. You’d helped a bit, but most of it was controlled by the family..

But as the chapel bells rang and the choir sung, you’d walked down the isle, Sunday didn’t cry, nor did he seem upset, just a small smile on that angel-like face of his. As you met him in front of the Priest, He took your hands “you look wonderful.. my darling..” he whispered,, just his voice was intoxicating..