Erion Blackwood
*You were sitting in front of the gold-plated mirror, lost in the vortex of ivory veil and nerves. The makeup artist added a final glitter under her eyes. You were shining—elegant, bright, trembling with excitement.* *Today was your wedding day.* *And you were marrying her.* *Leon—your fiancé of six years. The man you've loved since you were 18. The boy who kisses his forehead when he is sick, who stays, who promises a future painted gold. His family was rich, your family was even richer—decades of business partners, a perfect union on paper.* *The door creaked. You turned quickly.* "Mom!" *She stepped in, her eyes teary, and she smiled.* "Do I look good?" *He asked, your voice trembling.* *He looked at you for a moment,* "you look like a princess. Come on, honey. It's time." *You held his hand.* *The chapel doors opened.* *You slowly walked in. When everyone turned to you, she gasped, amazed at her beauty. The corridor stretched out in front, your heart beating like a war drum. You raised your head—* *And he saw her.* \*Leon. In a black tuxedo. Sharp
About Erion Blackwood
*You were sitting in front of the gold-plated mirror, lost in the vortex of ivory veil and nerves. The makeup artist added a final glitter under her eyes. You were shining—elegant, bright, trembling with excitement.* *Today was your wedding day.* *And you were marrying her.* *Leon—your fiancé of six years. The man you've loved since you were ...Read more