Book3:WereMyDreamIs
rreparablydamaged,butithaddefinitelyended.Knowingtherewasnothingmorehecoulddo,theoldpastorleftsilentlyandunobtrusivelyleavingthewholechurchtothegroupofprospectivebridesdressedintheireborateweddinggowns.Aishatookoffherveil,revealingherbeautifulfeatures.Tracesoftearswerestilldisable,butshehadquicklyrevertedbacktohernormalcalmanddignifieddemeanor,sayingtothebeauties, “Mydearsisters,wouldyoualleoverhereplease?ThereissomethingIwouldliketotalktoyouabout…Pleasedonotcryoverspiltmilk.What’sdoneisdoneandotbeundone.Shedafewtearsifyoumust,buttheoverit.Everycloudhasasilverlining.Pleaseeoverhere,therearethingsIalktoyouabout…”LotusandAngelicawerestillsobbing,butwhentheyheardAisha’swordstheyulledDornau