109: My wedding.

KIKI.

TEN MONTHS LATER.

I was to be married today.

Today.

Today, my life is about to change. I dreamt about this day since my childhood. The typical ‘Knight in the Shining Armor on a White Horse’ dream.

In less than ten minutes, I will let my mom walk me down an aisle lined with fresh flowers and silk bows tacked onto the corners of every chair. I will reach the end, let my mommy kiss my cheek with tears blurring his vision, and give me away to a man.

And yes, it’s the same mom that had discarded me for years.

I forgave her, it took a while but I did, she proved herself so much and I couldn’t control the feeling anymore, I had to. I may not be on that same page with my sister but the difference was that my mom was truly repentant while Fiorella still held grudges against me till this day.

I will take my fiancé’s hand in mine, gaze into his puppy dog eyes overflowing with joy, and betroth myself for life to someone who is noble and loyal and kind. I will promise to love, honor, and cherish him all the days of my life. I will exchange in sickness and in health forever vows in front of God, our family, and friends to a man I love so much.

With all of me.

I’m getting married from the man of my dreams, the man I’ve wanted and needed, the man I thought our relationship would ever be possible.

My wedding dress looked like one that could have been made for royalty. That’s how the best fashion designer I had got it from make the gowns around here. They make the perfect Cinderella Princess gowns and the brides come for a fitting. It’s a dream dress for a dream day with my own Prince Charming.

The dress was a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on its bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads were sewn on her gown. I also wore a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. I held a French rose silk bouquet.

I was looking at myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, I looked beautiful and gorgeous but still looked exactly like me.

I couldn’t wait to be with him, with the love of my life. I could already imagine him on the bottom step in his black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.

I rubbed my hand on my stomach for the umpteenth time as I felt so satisfied at myself.

“Have you told him yet?” Rose, my best friend and maid of honor asked and I smiled before responding to her, “No. Not yet.”

“Why not? I thought you were going to tell him yesterday?” She questioned further.

“I decided to just postpone it till today, double joy, double celebration. I want to tell him this night, just after we finish making love.” I said with a shy smile.

“Awww. That will be such a beautiful memory for you both, that’s great. It’s such a beautiful thinking.” She replied, looking sincerely happy for me and I just smiled again.

We got into the limousine that was waiting so readily outside our hotel, I greeted the driver cheerfully as we zoomed off to the venue, I was in a good mood afterall.

It was my wedding!!!

Rose was right beside me as we kept on talking and laughing so happily, “I got you a gift.” She suddenly said to me as she placed a box on my laps.

I opened it up and I was utterly surprised, embarrassed and excited all at the same time at what I saw in it. It was a beautiful red lingerie, the pantie had a sexy hole in it.

I looked back at Rose shyly, “what is this for?” I asked, feigning ignorance and naviety.

“To make food of course!” She replied and we both bursted into hysterical laughter, “of course, you would put it when it’s time to… you know… so the freaky do. You see this hole here? It’s for easy access without even getting it off…” Roae described in such raw manner that I had to tell just shut her up before she continues.

“Thank you so much, love. I am so nervous, we are saying our own written vows so I don’t know if mine is good enough…” I said as I brought out my phone to take a look at my written vow again.

“Oh, how about you pretend that I am Giovanni and read it to me for practice just before we get there?” Rose suggested and I nodded in agreement, I cleared my throat before I then started to read,

“I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots—but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. You are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent. Your laugh is contagious and you can put away an entire Baskin Robbins ice cream cake in one sitting like nobody else can. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day. I take you as you are now, tomorrow and for eternity to come, to be my husband. Even when the day comes that we’re old and gray, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you and encourage you. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you, and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I’m the luckiest person on Earth to call you mine.” I finished and I was surprised to see tears flowing down Rose’s face.

“That was so beautiful!!! Wow, will you just marry me and ditch Giovanni?” She teased as we both laughed.

My phone rang and I checked to see that it was my fiancee, soon to be husband.

“Baby? Where are you?” He asked.

“Uhm… on my way already, we should be there in a minute, uh, driver? Where…” I started to say until I was suddenly cut short by the car door opening so harshly and before I knew it, I was being dragged away into a van, Rose was slapped repeatedly and that was the last thing I saw before I passed out.