Roselyn felt sorry seeing how everyone ignored John, treating him like if he was more unknown. She wondered what he did to be treated that way by his own family, the people that shall support and love him no matter what.

Luckily for him, there was Sharon from the opposite part of the table, near to Roselyn, who couldn't keep her eyes off him. She seemed to be hanging from his lips at each word that he enunciated.

Roselyn tried to contain the imminent will to kick her from under the table to apologize claiming it was a leg's cramp. Instead, she breathed in closing her eyes to mentally reassure himself that the lady he deeply wanted was the one he had in front of his eyes.

In few days he will marry that lady and when that will happen, she was curious to see Sharon's expression when the sentence "you may now kiss the bridge" will be pronounced.

Lord Victor cleared his voice a few times before silence fell in the room, all the gazes were on him as he stood up from his chair. He gazed at his wife and smiled, "I just wanted to express my devotion to my wife, the one and only lady that conquered my heart from the first day we met." He smiled, his arm went to grab his wife's hand to bring it closer to his breast, she stood up from the chair and wrapped an arm around his neck.

"Since that day, it was love at first sights, like a sun she brought light to the darkness my life was in. Teaching me in a short amount of time how to forgive, how to be more patient, how to be courageous but mostly, she taught me how to love. How to put someone's desires and happiness before your own. I was always been doubtful and I hardly take the right decision, but if I have certainty in my life, that surely is that I want you to be my wife for the rest of my life."

Some of the ladies mentioned hearing the speech Lord Victor gave, including Roselyn who very unladylike wiped the tears off hastily with her hands.

Abigail smiled at the guests who were clapping their hands as she gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you," she whispered, followed by another kiss more passionate yet intense.

People applauded and smiled at the view, then they all stood up to reach the table to cut the cake.

It was a huge cake of several layers with gold details at the middle of each layer. On the bottom, in the last layer, there were few little gold roses. It had a classy simple appearance.

Everyone stood behind the spouse who cut the cake from the bottom to the end while Lord Victor carefully helped her to make the right pressure.

When it was cut each side was handed to each guest, the ladies were the first ones to receive the cake, followed by the gentlemen than the few children.

When Roselyn grabbed the cake she felt a weird sensation as soon as she touched the dish. A negative one similar to the one she felt before having a vision of all the victims that John killed. She could see a dark aura around her slice of cake and John's one.

Worried by her vision and perception, she turned around toward John. He was digging his spoon in his slice and just when he was about to eat it her voice arose from her lips, "Don't eat it!" She said louder than she had planned to, catching the attention of most of the guests around them.

"You're allergic to hazel. Don't you recall?" She asked, widening her eyes.

His eyebrows curved slightly in a confused expression, he didn't remember to have mentioned any allergy to her.

She quickly took the dish away from his sigh, people around them gazing at the scene more puzzled, wondering if that lady lost her mind.

'I can perceive a negative area around mine and your slice of cake' she closed her eyes as she linked with him telepathically.

He nodded, receiving her message.

"I forgot! Thank you." He smiled at her, and his gaze traveled to the perplexed people staring, "ladies! What should men do without them? God bless the ladies." He said, following by a laugh.

Roselyn smiled too, as she kept the cake aside so that nobody could take it. The more she stood near the cake the more she felt a negative evil essence coming from it. She wanted to touch it so that she could understand why it was causing her those odd dark feelings but she refused to, despite the curiosity.

She didn't want to dissociate in front of everyone and cause scandal.

"You're not eating those?" Sharron pointed at the slices that Roselyn left aside. For a fraction of a second Roselyn felt the ruthless will to give it to her after the misbehavior trying to court her man."

But she didn't, "I saw a gnat flew upon it and I'd rather not eat it." She said. Sharon's face twisted in a snarl of disgust.

After about, one-hour music started to play and people began to gather in the middle of the ballroom.

"Would you like to dance?" John asked reaching his lady with a confident charming smile on his face.

Roselyn didn't hesitate and took his hand, while she stood up to walk toward the dance floor. She placed both her hands around John's neck, while his hands went to grip her hips.

"You've saved my life twice. I owe you a big favor." He remarked. He stretched his hand parallel to his shoulder as he walked around his lady starting the dance.

"For a second I wanted to give the cake to Sharon, she is getting on my nerves." Roselyn took a step backward before he made her twirl.

John's smirked, "oh, so you have a violent side?" a glimpse of mischief in his voice.