“Ohh, you look so beautiful my darling” Mrs. Elenora commented walking towards Camilia.

Camilia sat on a wooden chair, her coffee brown hair curled and styled in a bun with silver hairclips that glittered in the sunlight.

Her long and white lace floral gown spread out on the floor.

This was the second time Camilia wore a wedding dress but unlike the first , she was not glad about it.

“What’s the matter love?” Mrs. Elenora asked, staring at her daughter’s emotionless face.

“You know you can tell me anything Katherine, I am your mother… Don’t you like the dress?? Is that the problem?? ” she said fixing the sleeves of the off-shoulder gown.

Camilia smiled at Mrs. Elenora, she did not know what to tell her, how to tell her that she was not her daughter…she was not Katherine but someone else stuck in her body.

Mrs. Elenora exhaled deeply, she took another chair by the side and sat beside Camilia. “I know you Kat” she said taking Camilia’s hands into hers, “You have not been happy the whole of today, as a matter of fact for some months now. What happened to my lovely princess? The cheerful one that always light up the room. What happened to her?”

Camilia sobbed as tear drops fell down her face.

Camilia never got to know her mother. She was just 2 years old when her mother died shortly after giving birth to her sister. Ever since then, it had been her, her sister and her dad. Sadly,her father died some years ago in an accident.

One fateful day her and her dad were heading to a conference together, they were going by road as the place was at a drivable distance , a truck collided into their car and took his life. Luckily for her she was saved and rushed to the hospital by a stranger, a man. This man was who she later came to know as Anthony, that was how she met him and eventually fell in love with him over the years.

Hearing Mrs. Elenora’s voice , it reminded her of her father who did everything in his power to make his two girls happy.

“Talk to me” Mrs. Elenora said handing her a handkerchief.

“I am scared and I feel stuck… I am not supposed to be here. I really don’t know what to do and how to sort this out” Camilia lamented.

“Do whatever you want to, like I always say follow your heart” Mrs. Elenora smiled, “You two have been betrothed since you were seven and you have loved him deeply but if you are not sure about this, say the word… your father and I will do

anything for you”

Camilia could not quit now, she had to find evidence that linked her death to Donatello. Out of all the women in the world she came as his fiancée, definitely he had a role to play in this. She needed proof that she was actually Camilia and if

getting married to the devil was what she had to do, she would face it head on.

Camilia shook her head

“It’s noting, I will be fine’

“ Are you sure about that?” Mrs. Elenora asked.

“Yes” Camilia replied

“Well, if you feel like you want to talk or something is bothering you, you know where to find me” Mrs. Elenora said kissing Camilia’s forehead.

“We best hurry, you can’t be late to your own wedding”

Camilia chuckled, her face brightening up a bit.

Camilia’s heels clicked softly against the white carpet as she walked down the aisle.

Leading her was a man, he had grey hair and a great set of dentition that showed when he smiled, even in his fifties he had the body of a thirty-year-old.

Mr. Elenora smiled as he walked his daughter down the aisle, preparing to hand her over to Donatello. At the far end stood Donatello, his black suit tailored to perfection, a rose was tucked into his breast pocket and his hair neat and well-trimmed. Camilia’s heart skipped a beat, her face flustered, her cheeks bright red as she stared at the gorgeous figure in

front of her.

“Snap out of it Cam” she said to herself shaking her head as she tried to remove any unwanted thoughts of Donatello. “You

can’t get distracted… he’s just a jerk”

Donatello was in fact a jerk but a handsome one at that.

Camilia reached him and he offered his hand to her, his face blank . She rolled her eyes and scoffed as she took his hand.

“Dearly beloved, we have gathered here in the presence of God Almighty to witness the matrimonial union between these

two souls, Donatello Moreni and Katherine Elenora…” the priest began. Camilia tuned him out as she stared aimlessly into Donatello’s icy cold eyes.

‘I thought this was just going to be a court wedding” she thought to herself eyeing him, “ at least he still has a sense of responsibility”

“…as long as you both shall live” the priest paused. “Do you Donatello Moreni take Katherine Elenora to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do” Donatello declared but his expression said the complete opposite.

“And do you Katherine Eleonora take Donatello Moreni to be your lawfully wedded husband?’

Camilia hesitated, looking at the new faces around her. Katherine’s parents, relatives, and friends were all seated,smiles beaming on their faces. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a tight squeeze on her hand.

Donatello held Camilia’s hand firmly, squeezing it with all his might like he intended to crush it. Camilia winced in pain,she let out a low sigh.

“I do”