FINALE OF BOOK ONE!
As I tap my stilettos in a tortoise pace on the red carpet down the aisle, my lips are curved up to an expansive salacious smile. All my senses are receptive, attesting to the most happiest day of my life. The day I bid goodbye to my youth, and embrace the marriage life and all the commitments that comes with it. I'm not apprehensive, nor fearful, and I am not walking into this with any of the myths out there about marriages. I know mine will not be like any other, and that is the difference.
Life with Andy has been blissful for those eight months I have known him albeit the drawbacks and challenges, and I have no qualms that this is yet another onslaught to a heavenly incredible life. This, conclusively, is my sunniest day under the face of the earth, and it will infinitely be nurtured in my heart, alongside all the days I have had, and ever will spend with my better half. The man who melts my heart even without a word or any action. All I just need is to think of him or cast a glance at him and everything just falls into its rightful place.
I peek at him through the white veil on my face, my knight in shining armour dazzling like a diamond in his custom-made three-piece grey tuxedo. Just like I, his smile can't be obscured. He is a meticulous criterion of a delighted contented man, and that broadens my smile as I halt my slow strides before him, my parents handing me to him with one heart, and he accepts me in a no less way.
He raises aloft my veil, and nudges it to lie back, and takes a minute to admire me in my white mermaid gown.
"You are dazzling in your gown." He whispers.
"And you are flaming hot in that tuxedo." I whimper back, and if it weren't for the priest conjuring our attention, I vouch he would have kissed me, and I wouldn't have resisted.
The procession commences with the usuals, my heart thumping as we progress, our fingers interlaced together. If it were all up to me, I would just forward the ceremony to the vows and the rings exchange part so that I can have this greek god as my husband as soon as possible.
After a long tedious sermon, we stem to our feet for the vows, and my heart skips several beats. I am terrible at this. I suck at this, that is why I was suggesting the formal church vows, but Andy won the bet. We had to draft our own vows, but I couldn't even find that paper with the shit of nonsense I had scripted this morning. Either way, Andy elucidated that I didn't even have to mumble anything. That I had proven my incredibly immeasurable love to him countless times. That even just the three words would mean the entire world to him coming from my lips. I don't have to worry, right?
"To the most beautiful soul in the whole world, Tania Marie Lawson, I, Adrian Ashton, do take you as my lawfully wedded wife, and I vow to cherish you with everything that I have for all the days of my life. I devote my all to you, my love. My heart, body, and soul, henceforth, all belong to you, my love, and I give you this ring as an insignia and a relic of my tenacious love to you forever and ever, Amen!" He slides the gold ring on my finger, and a few balloons blows up, and then silence befalls the room.
It's my turn.
Ahem!
"I, Tania Marie Lawson, am honoured to accept you, Adrian Ashton, as my lawfully wedded husband. From this day forward, I surrender my all to you, and I vow to honour and fulfil the law of matrimony - to love and to hold, until eternity. I give you this ring as a relic of my vows and promises to you, my love, forever and ever, Amen!" I slid the ring with my trembling arms, fighting tears from coming out to ruin my make-up.
"By the powers conferred upon me by my seniors, I now pronounce you husband and wife! May God bless your marriage!" The pastor declares, and the beautiful deafening cheers of people's claps shouts and blowing of balloons the entire room.
We meet halfway for a deep slow kiss to seal our vows, and that adds more cheers.
He is now my freaking husband. I waited for this. We both laboured so hard for this. It's time to get a kick out of the fruits of our stubborn love. As I kiss him right now, I can portend our beautiful future with our kids together. The beginning of our happy ever after has just begun, and I will live to make him and our kids happy. This is my solemn vow!
MARIA'S MOTHER POV
My only child is decaying in the morgue and these two ignoramus nincompoops are out here having the elation of their fucking lives. What sucks is how they are stroking it to my face that they don't give a fuck about my daughter. She should be the one with this jerk, Adrian, and not this bitch! Her mother snatched the love of my life away from me, and the shit repeated itself with my daughter.
I didn't do anything back then when my sister backstabbed me robbing me of the only thing that was so fundamental in my life. I also may not have done anything for my daughter sooner, but I am going to avenge her untimely death.
I'm going to make this family bleed and I will relish squeezing up to the last drop of blood from their pathetic bodies, and I will ooh so enjoy watching them beg for mercy at my feet as they one by one breathe their last. I swear, it is not just my daughter who will be going six feet underground. I will show them what a bitch cold karma is, and I will spare no one- no fucking soul will dodge my wrath!
WATCH OUT FOR BOOK TWO