Stella
No...
Dread circles around my throat and takes a vise grip that threatens to choke me. I'm barely even breathing, too shocked.
It can't be real.
This must be a bad dream.
The face down in the water must be wrong because I'm staring straight down at alpha Raphael. Blonde hair, muscular build. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, and the scene changes from focusing on him to a more plump version of myself.
She seems so happy...
Would Raphael make me smile like that?
I stare harder.
Red hair reaches down to my collar bones, and I'm wearing a beautiful white wedding dress.
Raphael and I are smiling at each other, about to get married at some church. There is a severe bump on my stomach.
I must be pregnant...
"Are you saying I will get married to Raphael?"
There is no answer.
