Dilemma

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I kissed him back and after a few seconds I pushed him away, wiped my mouth and said, "There, are you happy now?" I walked away unable to believe what had just happened. Then I went back to Keith. 

"No one will know about this okay?" I looked straight at Keith. "What did you expect? What do you think Anita will think about this? Huh?" 

"Ally come and run away with me!" He took my hand and begged.

I stared into his eyes. "You are high, aren't you? I won't take you seriously until you talk to me sober," I grabbed his arm and took him back to the wedding party. 

We bumped into Paul, "Oh I was looking for you! It's time for cake!" He looked at us in a weird suspicious way, but decided to ignore it and lead me to the wedding cake. 

George waited for me beside it with a fancy sword-looking knife. He pecked my cheek and we both took the knife and as millions of cameras flashed, we cut the first piece of our beautiful white wedding cake. Everyone cheered as we took the first bite together. I took a fork, took some cake and served it to George, who gladly took the bite. Then he took some frosting with his finger and I liked it off. Before I finished, he dragged his finger around the apple of my cheek and licked it off my face. I wiped that off and got him back, by putting some frosting on his nose, which I got rid off in less than a second by kissing it away. Then we kissed each other and served the night away.

After dessert, it was time for our first dance, but before that we each had separate performances. George sang a lovely song he had written about me along with the Beatles. Everyone was on the verge of tears. "Why don't you write me songs like that!" Anita complained to Keith. I laughed and rolled my eyes. 

Then, it was my time, I had prepare a flamenco dance, a traditional Spanish one, with my sisters. I changed outfits to a big, gorgeous red and black polkadot dress, wore some red flowers on the side of my head and embraced my culture. Everyone responded with "Olés" and clapped along as my father played the guitar. 

I quickly switched outfits back again and got ready for our first dance. 

"And now, time for the first dance!" Brian announced.

The lights deemed, George took my hand, we both bowed, and walked towards the centre of the ballroom. The music began playing, he placed one of his hands on my waist and the other remained with mine. 

I was nervous and I looked up to him, he seemed relaxed. He gave me a reassuring smile and we started waltzing as the light chased us. I couldn't keep my eyes off from his, I truly felt like a princess. It felt as though it was only us in the dance floor. He also kept his eyes on me, and though we didn't say a word, we were both falling in love with each other over and over again. "I love you" He whispered. "I love you more!" I responded with tears falling all over my face. He laughed but cried along with me. 

After what had felt three seconds, my dad interrupted, and took me to dance with him instead. I also danced with George's father and brothers. Keith stole me from one of George's siblings and danced with me to secretly talk with me. 

"Don't you dare ruin this for me!" I said with the fakest smile, so no one would notice. "I'm sorry," He whispered into my ear. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. "All I want for you is to be happy and if you think you'll be happier with George... then I should be completely fine with that. I was being too selfish today, " He confessed. "I agree..." I answered. "I mean. for Gods sake, I have a kid and Anita already!" Although he was high, he seemed to stop speaking nonsense and start speaking realistically. Out of the blue, I felt someone else grabbed my arm and pulled me away. It was Paul. "Dance with me will ya?" He grabbed my waist and forced me to dance with him. I didn't mind dancing with him, but he was acting strange. "Are you out of your mind?" He also pretended to put a smile on his face. "What are you talking about?" I replied scared he thought I had cheated with Keith on my wedding night. "You and Keith, you were shagging before the cake, right?" We continued to dance to the beat. "No way! He tried to convince me to run a way with him, but I resisted. You know I love George more than anyone, right?" I grew worried, what if he had told George? He sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness!" He gave me a little twirl kissed my forehead and went to go get Jane, his girlfriend. 

I held George with a tight grip and we had some of that funky cake that Mick and Keith had altered. Suddenly, everything looked more colorful, it was hilariously fun, and adrenaline rushed through my veins. So I danced and sung my heart out like a crazy goat with George and the rest of the guests. It felt as though everyone was in the same mood and we all had a blast! Both of our parents decided to leave at 1 a.m as they were very sleepy and were pretty tired of all of the partying. 

Around 4 in the morning, we decided to finally finish the wedding party. We were all high/drunk and things were gonna get out of hand soon. George and I hopped into the fancy car and drove to the most luxurious hotel we knew, booked a suite, and got ready for the best love making session we were about to experience.