Thick knots of dread kept dragging me down, the closer I got to the altar. None of my runaway ideas could explain the tight pull of reluctance as Desiree all but dragged me along, keeping her body close to mine.
“We’re almost there.” Desiree’s whisper found my ear.
The area where my groom waited was the portion of the building that extended out and edged over the cliff, so it appeared that Desiree and I were about to walk off the side of the mountain. The glass floor gave a peek at the steep slope of the mountain’s descent below my shaky view.
Once I was within a few feet of my groom, my lips twisted into a smile despite the hot coils of tension riding my body. He was handsome, in his expensive white Tuxedo that fit his impressively tall frame with class to highlight his defined chest and arms.
Surprisingly, I considered Arjen a gift to my imagery sensors, his picture as captivating as the view outside. I took in both he and Khane as I eased closer. The brothers shared similar heights and masculine statures, but their appearances were like night and day. Where Khane had darker features, Arjen’s were lighter, his eyes, hair, and complexion.
By the time we made it to within a few feet of Arjen, the pastor, and Khane at his side, Desiree and I appeared to be standing in mid-air atop a glass floor.
A debilitating thought socked me in the chest when I stood to face Arjen. Was I about to make a mistake?