128 The beautifully blonde bride - II

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, especially with the white dress that she had on. 

He felt himself go back into the time and see her as the first time he had when he had laid his eyes upon her working in a cafe wearing a white apron on a yellow dress as the uniform. 

That day her hair had been tied with the Messy bun and so was it today. Even while working in a cafe everyone had a beaming smile on her face just as she did today while walking towards him. 

His Evelyn. 

Fucking officially. 

Nothing bad happened. 

"Protect her," Antonio whispered as he placed Evelyn's hand into his. 

Salvatore gave him a firm nod, not wanting to deflect from the promise himself. He was going to protect his wife with everything he had in him.

She stood in front of the priest with his soon-to-be wife. The only saying that he could focus on what's the hand that was in his. His Evelyn.