It Leads to Your Heart. [NOT EDITED]

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Her piercing eyes were trained on me once the words slipped her mouth. They seemed to be soaking in everything I was going through. Right after, Mr. Closos that looked utterly relieved with a beaming smile on his face urged use all inside, right into a room that already had a judge waiting for us. Perfect, down right to it civil and all.

Once we entered, he asked for the groom and bride to step forward and time was too tight as it is. Apparently, Gareth was Mr. Bussola's lawyer as well that whenever I looked towards him, a small smile would be sent my way. He is bug but his aura was far from threatening. While Mr. Bussola was big, buff and unapproachable as ever.

The ceremony was brief, or maybe I was somewhere else, far away from obliging my Balan duty, far away from recognizing my suffocation is about to start.

"I do" I spell out when was asked to and he does the same looking somehow defeated. And at that moment I realized that I might not be at all alone in this mess. He is forced into it too.

"Yes, the rings?" The judge asked. And a very ecstatic Mrs. Bussola retrieves a black velvet rectangular box from her shiny small black purse. She starts handing me a big dark looking band and with shaking hands reach for his now stretched ones and carefully without dropping it, slid it on to his long-callused finger. The touch was brief but it left a slight heat onto my face, just from how thick the atmosphere is now. And how intimate the action was to me.

She gave him mine as well when he reaches for my hands and the low buzz my skin felt in contact with his made my teeth sink into my lips. I would wear that ring forever, from now on then. He slowly slides a delicate looking round gold band clustered with pretty white stones all around. It looked sparkly and soft once he settled it nicely on my ring finger leaving my hand at once.

"Darling." Mrs. Bussola fidget with her hands before pulling a ring from her ring finger and handing it to him. His jaw tightened showing how sharp his jaw is, accentuating the angular curves of his whole face. "You do not have to." He grits out lowly. "I want too, now hush. I know what I am doing." She insists standing between us on the right pushing it into his palm insistently. I did not know what to do, I felt like I would intrude rudely if I utter any word of resistance. He intakes a large breath before pulling my hand again softly and sliding the most beautiful vintage looking gold engagement ring with a ruby stone in the center of a classic delicate lines playing around the band with small scattered diamond stones.

I look up gasping softy what the ring that now sits in my ring finger. words fail me to describe the feeling that I felt when he tucked in above the wedding band.

"I announce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Kiss? Oh God KISS!

Very slowly, I feel both my hands are held gently and being lifted up. In utter surprise, with wide eyes I watch him kiss each one of my hands very gently, barely brushing his lips on my skin leaving awaking mess behind. Before he holds my head between his big palms and tenderly leaving a peck on the center of my forehead. The single clap that rang inside the walls of the bland room sounded a bit loud and wired until a couple more echoed along with it.
but I was lost, lost at the fact that I have never, been held so tenderly like that. Never had I thought that I would feel my stomach turn into a fluttering mess from a kiss that was not on my lips. Never have I even thought that be handled so delicately by such a rough exterior and callused hands.

And as my eyes lifted up, it met his watchful ones that held a lot but gave away nothing. However, they still managed to spurt warmth I have never seen before. something that made my heart beat faster and for my soul to know peace.

"Welcome to the family Dior Bussola."