Wild And Wicked

08 | Dramatic punk

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Kataleya's POV:

As soon as we reached the destination, My eyes traveled to the entrance, littered with artificial yet beautiful pink and white roses, giving it a floral yet elegant show. As we walked inside, pink and white shining fairy lights hung above us. It was beautiful. The contrast of pink and white look celestial.

Since everyone except of Iris and I had already reached here, I saw them standing and waiting at the end of the entrance.

“Finally! We have been waiting since hours!” With a dramatic sigh, Elias exclaimed.

“You just arrived 10 minutes earlier. Stop exaggerating.” I pointed out.

“Still! Those ten minutes felt like a year!” Elias murmured, making me roll my eyes at his behavior.

“Of course! You became a 60 year old man by waiting for so long. Dramatic punk.” I murmured to myself.

“So, who's going to walk you down the aisle?” Austin questioned.

“Of course it's me.” Gael exclaimed. Nicolas head was down, staring at the ground. He believed Gael's words.

“I want both of them to walk me down the aisle.” Hearing my response, Nicolas face shot up.

“Really?” He whispered, his eyes glittered with an emotion, what do we call it? Care? Thankfulness? Love? All of it shined brightly in his eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded. He smiled at me, showing me his appreciation for not snatching a chance of his from walking his sister down the aisle.

Gael came and stood on my right side, interlocking my hand with his, while Nicolas did the same on the other side.

The three of us walked further, entering the wedding venue, with my gaze observing the decoration.

The aisle had the glass pots of pink roses standing on the side, while the string of white roses, connected to the altar, dangled above us.
The aisle had the petals of both shades scattered all over it. The view of it appeared to be magnificent.

At the end of the aisle, there stood an arch made of the same combination of pink and white roses. The difference was, it had fairy lights wrapped around it. The design it was displayed with gave away an ethereal yet glamouring ambiance.

And in front of it, stood the groom in all his glory. The black Armani tuxedo, he wore, clung to his body as if it was created just for him. His light beard made him look dreamy. By staring at him, it can be said his appearance was more than captivating. His looks were more than what a woman wishes for.

The moment I was done checking him out, I realized we had reached the end of the aisle.

My eyes connected with his cold marble gray eyes when he put forward his hand. The feeling of seeing them before engulfed me. But, if I was similar with him, I would have recognized him. Yet, the gut feeling telling me that I've seen this pair of eyes before were overwhelming.

Considering these emotions to be a mistake, I decided not to dwell over them. Gael placed my hand in the hand of the groom. While Nicolas spoke,
“Take care of her.”

Gael didn't seem satisfied with Nicolas' words as he further continued,
“If my sister gets hurt, believe me, it won't end well for you.” Smiling at him, Gael stepped back.