ADELINE
Most of my youth, I'd dreamt about the day I would get married.
The day I would walk down the isle with that man by my side, my mate— the man I loved with every fibre of my being and the only man who for the past four years I had ever dreamed for getting married to was Dominic. My Dominic.
My Fiance.
My everything.
I thought I knew everything about love until I met him and he loved me unconditionally.
The day he proposed, I squealed with tears rolling down my cheeks, my heart racing with happiness, because I had imagined this scene many times before in my head, in my dreams— my reckless fantasies and also because I loved him too, dearly.
Then today was that day , the day I had prepared for. The day I had always dreamed off since I was little— My wedding day.
My father too had wished to be here with me for this magical day but he died. But mentally to me, he was right there with me with that bright smile playing on his face.
I stood before the mirror, clutching to my bouquet as I admired myself, how beautiful I looked.
" My daughter, you look so beautiful." I Imagined he would say, his stunning blue eyes wet with tears.
My eyes stung, tears threatening to roll down my face but I stopped it, I couldn't cry. My father wouldn't want that— he'd never liked seeing tears on my face and I promised him too: that I wouldn't cry even in his absence.
I drew in a breath, my hold around the bouquet tightened.
A knock came from my door and I turned in the direction. " Come in."
The door opened and Penelope walked in. Her eyes beaming with happiness as she looked at me. " Addy." She called, her eyes watering.
" You look so beautiful."
I already knew that but it felt better hearing it from someone else.
" Thanks bestie, you look beautiful too." I smiled and flipped her hair dramatically. " Of course I do, I've always been this hot." She joked and I laughed.
" Are you nervous?" She asked, her amber eyes searching mine. " I'm fine bestie, I really am." I assured her but my insides said otherwise— I was bubbling with so many emotions but one which I could clearly decipher was happiness. I was happy.
I'd always been, ever since met Dominic.
She walked close and pulled me into a warm delicate hug. " Don't think you can lie to your best friend, it won't work." She spoke softly and I laughed, her beautiful fragrance penetrating through my nostrils.
Then she broke the hug with a sigh. " I can't believe after tonight, you won't be a virgin anymore."
I couldn't even believe it myself. I exhaled, heat coating my cheeks.
Even though I had fantasized about it: His scent filling my nostrils as his chiseled body hovered above mine. His charming blue eyes boring deep into mine before he leans in and kisses me. Marks me and does so many sinful things to me. But right now, I was scared. What if I wasn't ready for what was going to happen tonight?
What if it hurts?
" You'll be fine bestie, nothing to worry about—" The sound of the wedding march interrupted her. " Oh, the wedding march!" She smiled, jumping and clapping her hands her, curls bouncing behind her.
So cute.
I exhaled softly.
I could do this. I'd been waiting for this my entire life.
" Are you ready?"
I nodded and she took my hand.
Walking me out of the room.
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As we approach the grand hall, music seeped through the huge domineering doors, the wind from the opened windows grazed my skin softly, flowers and vines covered the woody frame of the door, but all these coziness didn't stop my raging heart.
" Relax sweetie, you're getting married not getting sold off to some kind of dark mafia sexy Lord." She said forming a small grin. "
Her dark humour never ceased to amaze me.
" I'm fine, just a little nervous." That was a lie, I far from a little nervous, I was very nervous— which was why I kept clenching the poor bouquet to calm my crazy nerves.
She nodded and pushed the huge double doors open and I pushed out a breath.
I was going to do this.
All eyes turned to me awe, well not all but most people were amazed while some were just glaring at me. Probably because my husband wasn't out for grabs anymore, he was mine— I was the owner of such a divine man and I couldn't have wanted it anyway else.
The hall was richly decorated, flowers covered the edges of the seats making the environment very serene and peaceful.
I took my gaze from the hall and fixed it on the man of my dreams, the man who I was destined to be with.
My husband.
He had this look in his face, one I couldn't decipher— was he surprised? Or annoyed?
Why would he be annoyed? This was our wedding day?
My pace quickened, the heart thundering as I got closer and closer.
I reached his side and he eyed me. " Who are you?" He asked and I chuckled.
Really Dom.
You really want to joke like this on our wedding day? Haha! Nice one.
" I'm Mrs Dominic and you are?" I went along with his joke but he seemed more confused than amused. Wasn't he joking?
" You're not my wife." He said in a cold tone, gasps came from the crowd behind us.
Again, he really knew how to make bad jokes.
" Stop it hunny, I'm your wife."
" You're not my wife." He repeated and the words stung harder than it did the first time.
" What do you mean I'm not your wife? Is this a joke! It's me Adeline Park! Your fiancé?" I spoke again, trying to contain my anger.
This joke wasn't funny anymore.
He's usually good at jokes but this…was his worst yet.
" Please, stop with jokes and let's continue with our wedding." I formed a smile, trying not sound annoyed.
" Our wedding?" He scoffed. " I'm not getting married to you."
" You're not getting married to her? Are you insane!" Penelope spoke this time and I could tell from her tone she was pissed.
I walked closer to him and reached his cheek. But he stepped backwards, his face twisted in irritation.
He was irritated…By my touch.
Not anyone else, me.
" Don't touch me woman!" He growled, his voice dropping. " You're not my wife, my wife is on her way so can you stop with your stupid schemes and get off the altar." He said and my heart shattered.
" I am your wife Dominic! It's me, Adeline?" I spoke trying hard to cry but I was failing…Badly.
The door opened and the sound of heels clicking against the tile floors followed. I snapped my gaze in that direction to see my sister— Veronica, wearing a wedding dress.
" I'm here my love." She said, catching her breath.
I turned back to Dominic tears filtering through my strong facade. " This is part of the joke right?" I walked closer, grabbing his arm, my nails pressing against his coat. " Right Dom!"
He pushed me hard and my weight pressed against the cold floor. Penelope tried to catch me but she wasn't quick enough.
He walked to Veronica and wrapped his hand around her fingers as he walked her to the altar, ignoring me—not just anyone— me.