Freya's eyes bore into me with a mixture of anger and concern toward me.

we sat just moments before I was to walk down the aisle. We had arrived at the church and I was currently waiting for someone to come and get me from the car.

I could see that her expression was tense, and I could sense the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavily between us. I knew she had something to say and maybe she was scared To say it but I wanted to ease the tension between us, as I wasn’t feeling too comfortable.

"Freya, I know you're upset," I began, adjusting the veil that partially...