I stood in front of the mirror, sweating a little. 'This is it,' I told myself, and my lips crooked at the thought. My eyes swiftly scanned my figure in the mirror from head to toe. The blue outfit matched my personality and figure; my hair was done; the watch suited perfectly with the outfit; the bracelet went well with my features and shone as the diamonds were in the middle. The facial was done, the nails too, and my skin looks radiant. My shoes were shining, and still, I looked a nervous wreck. I don't know why.
My heart was thudding louder, which I could only hear and feel. I feel cold feet, not in a bad way, and my breath shudders once in a while. I waited and craved this day, but I am still damn anxious. Personally, I made sure everything was perfect according to Ezgar's taste, but there's still this feeling I can't get rid of. This must be anxiety, I concluded at that.
'I am getting married.' I hummed and hawed at the thought; once again, my lips crooked at that, to the man of my dream.
Our beginning was disastrous; we wanted to kill each other, and as we were in the mafia, our egos always clashed. I was the boss, and things needed to get worse.
Ezgar was a hot-headed guy at the beginning; he never listened to anyone. Dealing with him always took a toll on me and on my calm personality. He would always test the water every second and was always burning with anger. He had anger issues, and I calmed as the days passed. I don't know exactly when things started to take a turn, which neither of us predicted. Oh god, we never expected this to happen, even in our dreams. But things happened.
It was just a hook-up at the beginning, and much more as time passed. Possessiveness began to develop in both of us, and before long, we were in a relationship. The journey was challenging. There was an aftermath of our dating, straightening up everything in him. Ezgar is a damn hard guy to deal with. Always carrying a hurricane in him, one wrong button and he would snap, and everything around him would be destroyed.
Dealing with him was exhausting, and taming him was hard. His age of only 25 wasn't very helpful, but I know he loves me wholeheartedly. Sometimes, he doesn't know how to express it, and I completely understand him, thick and thin. We are of the same age, and there is a huge difference between us in every aspect. I still pondered how things clicked between us.
There was a knock on the door, followed by a groan. I knew it was my annoying sister, Olivia Okaley. "I swear, Issac, open the damn door right now." The word "peace" and I never get along for more than a few minutes. Always someone to drag back to the damn reality.
I opened the door, and her eyes immediately were on my face, checking for any second thoughts. When she confirmed, and I don't know how, she started observing me head to toe. Typical. She hummed in satisfaction and hugged me tightly.
"Panicking or any second thought." I rolled my eyes at that; never was I this confident in my life. "Nope," I replied with full boost energy. "Of course, why would you be? Well, best of luck, and it's time." I nodded at that and couldn't help but ask. "Have you checked on Ezgar? I wanted to ask how he was looking and everything, but I held back, because I want my breath to be hitched, and my breath should go haywire when I see him in that purple outfit. She rolled her eyes at that. "He is with his best man, Ronnie, and they are not letting anyone in." I hummed at that. I hope they are not up to something. When they are together, they are worse. With no one holding back, they are a disastrous combination.
My dad, Henry Okaley, entered the room with a grumpy expression, and I was annoyed as I saw him. The guy couldn't be happy for me, or at least pretend. We didn't get along since childhood, but that doesn't mean the world should witness it. Olivia, by facing me, started giving me a last-minute touch-up while brushing my clothes in case of tiny wrinkles. Once she was satisfied, by giving a broad smile, she stood on my right side and my dad on his left.
We started to walk down the aisle; on the way, my eyes fell on everything, making sure everything was in its place according to Ezgar's taste. I hummed in satisfaction, and a broad smile formed on my lips when I thought of Ezgar's reaction to everything.
The crowd was huge, too huge. I made sure to call everyone: underworld kings, businesspersons, and other mafias. I want everyone to witness this auspicious moment, and I want to show the world who I am going to marry. It was a pure selfish action; I wanted to show that Ezgar belonged to me, only me. He was mine; I wanted to yell at everyone this way.
I stood at the centre, my sister beside me, and my dad occupied the chair in the front row, still grumpy. The guy should suck this up; the sooner the better. I am getting married, and any moment I will be taken from my man.
I waited patiently for Ezgar's entry, which was taking forever. Please don't tell me he is chickening out at the last moment, but that guy knew my wrath, so I don't think he can afford it. It's a big day; everyone gets cold feet, so I told myself to calm down.
Ronnie, his best man, had already sat in the front row, clutching his phone. He was supposed to walk along with Ezgar; that was the bloody deal? What the hell was he doing here? The look he was giving was pushing me to the edge.
I observed Ronnie, his occasional glance at the back side of the venue, typing repeatedly. There was a slight panic on his face, fear, and he was doing his best to act normal, miserably failing. That smile is fake as hell. We had a momentary eye contact, which he dodged in time by giving me a hint that something was fucking not right.
Twenty minutes passed, and I stood in the place, waiting, praying to every unknown entity. I was still positive because he was giving the same vibe till the last moment. Granted, he was nervous, but still, he was happy. I can feel it; he didn't participate much in preparation. Actually, I didn't let him, but I was updating everything, and he was giving me suggestions. That counts as he was interested, right?
Now, my heart was beating faster for a whole different reason, and I was getting scared as the time was ticking. Once again, my eyes fell on Ronnie, and I motioned for him to come. He heaved heavily, slowly stood, and each step was slower and heavier. The fear was more than before, and I could conclude that they were up to something. "Ronnie." That's all it required when he started babbling things. "I swear I said to that idiot, this is not the right time, but he didn't listen." I was obviously confused, so I arched an eyebrow in return. "He wants to surprise you with something. I swear he didn't escape from this; he was equally excited as you." I sighed at that, a little relieved by his answer, but was this the right time? "I told him this was not the right time, but he said that you would be damn happy and he couldn't miss this chance. He didn't explain anything else other than that, as you know, I would reveal everything with one look that you give me." I don't know how to react anymore. What possible thing could make me happy other than tying a knot with the guy? I was excited, but the timing was not letting me enjoy anything.
Once again, my eyes fell on the watch, and a slow murmur started around the venue. My sister Olivia, after hearing everything, announced the same thing on the microphone and told everyone to be patient and sorry. After saying sorry one more time, she was beside me, clearly displeased. "I told him, trust me, but his confidence made me shut my mouth. He was overjoyed when he saw some text, and he was gone by informing to manage everything. While he was at the door, he once again informed me that you were going to love him more once you saw the gift. I couldn't stop him, because he wanted to do something for you for a long time. Nothing satisfied him, and today, he took this risk, and I think you are going to love this gift. Please don't hate him; I know how you are feeling right now." Easy to fucking say. I am annoyed as hell, clearly agitated but also curious. "He said that he would be back in time." By saying that, he was more annoyed than I and his eyes were fixed on the entrance.
What possibly could it be?
Is it worth risking this day?
to be continued.......