Freya

Leilani

Ms. Freya Declan.

Neil’s mother.

My breath had hitched in shock, as I blinked at what I was seeing, unable to believe that Neil’s mother was right in the venue of my wedding instead of the hospital where we all thought she would be right this very moment. How was she even here? She had spotted me immediately she stepped into the grand lobby, in my very eye-catching wedding dress, and her cold blue eyes had locked with mine over my dad’s shoulder, chilling me straight to my bones.

A beat of dread began to beat in my soul. Why I felt so dreadful all of a sudden, I could not pinpoint, but it vaguely had to do with her sudden presence, the coldness of her stare and the last words she had called me the last time I came face to face with her. ‘Slut’. She had strongly called me a ‘community slut’ and kept glaring at me like she knew something.

It chilled my soul with terror.