Chapter 27

Venessa's pov

The moment I looked up, I saw Vincent, looking like a greek god as always. My tensed muscles immediately relaxes the moment he took my hand in his, his grey eyes sparkling and I can't stop staring at them.

"Come on, rosa" he says in his usual calm voice. I don't get it, how can someone be so relaxed on their wedding day? I mean you're getting married, aren't you supposed to be nervous or anxious?. But who am I kidding, it's Vincent De Costello, after all we're talking about.

Climbing out of the car, my legs started to shake slightly and my hands started trembling, and Vincent might have noticed it too, as he started rubbing circles in my hand that he was holding, trying to calm my nerves and it did work.