It wasn't new to Jenna. Walking down an aisle with a veil on her face. This wasn't new at all. The only thing that was new was the feeling, she could name it proper. Anxiety.
Her chest rammed, her fingers twitched, and her palms sweaty. She didn't like the feeling at all. Her mind was everywhere and nowhere at same time.
Now with her face wrapped in veil, Jenna didn't feel like any bride. She felt like she was walking on a cloud with no sense of direction. To think that she was never going to speak or touch Rhane anymore, it was too unbearable.
Just two nights ago, they were all over each other. She had him and he had her. They played and soaked each other up in sea water. If she knew that would be the last time they'd share a moment like that, Jenna would have asked Rhane to elope with her.
