Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 51 - There's no music.

As we all sat and had our dinner at the reception, I wish I could say that everything was perfect and just like how Vanessa would have wanted it. But it wasn't.

Don't get me wrong, it was beautiful. The decor was spot on, not one rose out of place. But it still wasn't what she would have wanted. It wasn't what she had dreamed of, not that she was one to ever really dream of her wedding day in general. But still.

I mean, lets be honest, aren't weddings all about the parents anyways? That's why they are the ones that pay for it. Because if I had to pay for it, pfft, I would only have 50 people there.

Maybe that's why my friends who did have to pay for their own wedding, they either eloped or had a maximum of a 100 guests.

I just think that I'd much rather spend my money on a month long honeymoon. But maybe I'm crazy.

Either way, that's why I could not wait for this boring, perfect reception to be over so we could get back to our place. Which is totally nontraditional and the opposite of what would typically happen. But we have got to do what we have to do.

I smiled to everyone and hugged everyone I needed to while shaking the hands of the other people I needed to.

I didn't know who didn't want to be here more, me or Vanessa, "aren't you the bride's sister?" A pair of women who looked to be around my mother's age, asked. They seemed to have some fashion sense, with their beautiful chiffon floor length dresses on.

I smiled, "yes I am," ooh are the going to complement her gown?

"Ah, so you're the one that was rejected by the younger Wilson brother then?" I tried not to wince and let my smile falter. I take my compliment back, I'm sure they didn't even pick their dress. Probably an underpaid, overworked fashion associate or assistant.

"Oh really, because I thought that I was the one who rejected him? I guess we'll never know."

I didn't wait for another comment before turning my back and walking away. Of course, everyone thinks that the rich guy rejected the girl. No actually, it has nothing to do with being rich. It's just he fact that he was a guy. Typical. Disgusting, but typical. Makes me kind of wish that I had the chance to let him beg for my forgiveness, so I could say that Mason Wilson begged to get me back. I know it's childish, I don't need to be told.

The speeches went on for what felt like forever. Grammatically right, previously prepared, media approved; speeches. The parents, Mason, me, grandparents, some other special people, giving their short bursts of how happy they are and proud they are. Boring stuff to me.

I was just waiting for the dance floor to open up, but yet again, it's not like I would be able to freely dance to my heart's content.

I would look crazy to the people here. Like a poor underprivileged girl at high tea for the first time.

I sighed as I watched the band ask for the lovely couple to come to the dance floor again. A slow song played and Vanessa and Tyson made their way to the middle of the dance floor and swayed slowly. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson go after, and then my parents. I smiled, it all looked like a movie scene.

Next thing I knew, Mason's fingertips skimmed my back. I tried not to look shocked. I turned to look at him, as he walked away and winked. I looked around to make sure no one was watching.

I blush involuntarily and play with my fingers, trying to regain my fastened breath. Why did he have this affect on me?

Two minutes later, I felt his eyes on me, from the other side of the huge room. I looked into them, and they stared back intensely. I furrowed my brows in confusion, 'what?' I hoped he could read my mind.