Emily

Elijah and the little girl stopped at a toy chest, and she began digging through it, pulling out various toys. Elijah watched her, still reeling from the realization that this was Alexia's child. But what did it mean? Did it mean that she had been married, that she had moved on?

"What's your name?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The little girl looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "My name is emily," she said, holding up a toy car. "Wanna play?"

Elijah smirked

The ceremony ended, and the bride and groom shared a kiss. Everyone clapped and cheered, the sound echoing off the walls of the church. Then the bride lifted the bouquet of flowers over her head and tossed it into the air. Alexia watched, not expecting the flowers to come her way. But they did, landing right in her lap.

She looked up, her eyes meeting the bride's. The bride's smile faded as she realized what had happened. Alexia felt her heart sink as the bride looked away, turning back to her new husband. She had no idea what to do, what to say. She simply

Alexia looked down at the flowers in her lap, feeling a mixture of emotions. She had never wanted to get married, had never wanted to be in this situation. But now, here she was, holding a bouquet of flowers, while the bride and groom celebrated their new life together.

Then, a hand touched her shoulder. She looked up to see Elijah standing beside her, his eyes soft and understanding. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to."

She felt a wave of relief wash over her, and she let out a breath