Page 206 of Rhet

I wonder if I should have gotten her a necklace or another ring.

“She loves the bracelet. You’re good man.” Draven replies he goes back typing on his phone.

Dimitri sits back down and shake his head “I still can’t believe you found someone to marry you without paying for or having it arranged.”

“You want to get married Kozlov.” I begin to pace again.

“I pity the woman that marries Dimitri,” Cole states.

“I feel lucky that Zeeta is choosing me,” I fix my cufflinks one more time.

“Well if being unmarried is unlucky, well I’m going to be an unlucky bastard for the rest of my life.” Dax slides in his comment as he hangs up the phone.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and read a text from Zeeta.

“We need to talk.”

I drag my hand through my hair “Fuck me.”

“It’s a church for fucks sake,” Dimitri says, he closes his eyes as if he realizes his mistake.

“What’s wrong?” Tarek asks.

“Zeeta wants to talk,” I reply.

“About what?” Cole opens one eye.

“I don’t fucking know.” My insides are shaking.

“It’s a church, you know what don’t bother, Dimitri say.

I can feel the color draining out of my face. My hands tremble, I shove them in my pockets before anyone else sees.

I turn and begin to walk to the Bishop’s office. As I pass guests, I give them a tight smile as they give their congratulations on the wedding. When I see the Bishop’s office come into view, I take my hands out of my pockets and begin to run.

I approach the gothic plank mahogany door and bang on it. By passing the knocker. I’m slightly out of breath and a bit sweaty now.

The door opens and Penny peeks her head out “Oh, hi, what are you doing here? You can’t see her till she walks down the aisle.”

My heart was pounding in my chest “She wanted to see me.”

Penny raises her hand at me and looks back into the room “You wanted to see him?”

I hear Zeeta’s voice sounding like a small buzz.

“Ok so, she is going into the bathroom, so you can come in and talk to her through the bathroom door.” Penny steps aside and I walk in.

“Is she ok?” I ask Penny.

“Yup. Just got some jitters.”

The door closes behind me as Penny leaves.

The Bishop’s office feels like I have stepped back in time. He has a mahogany and brass writing desk. The chair behind it looks like a throne that has been hand carved for a king.

“Hey,” I call out.

“Hey,” I walk to the door at the end of the room.

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