Silent Eyes

22, Vows of Forever

Monica stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection with a smile. She wore the stunning gown that flowed as she twirled in a circle. Taking a closer look at her makeup, she felt a wave of satisfaction. She looked beautiful, ready to walk down the aisle and share a kiss with her beloved fiancé.

Just then, the door cracked open, and Monica turned her head to see her mom standing there. Her eyes widened, and she rushed over to her with a wide grin. "Mama!" she beamed. "I didn't think you'd come!" She embraced her mother, fighting back tears of joy. As they pulled away, her mom chuckled. "Of course!" she beamed. "Once I received your invitation, I had to gather my stuff and come here!"

Monica smiled, her voice trembling slightly. "And dad... is he here?" she hesitantly asked. She watched her mother's eyes lower, and a sigh escaped her lips. "Yes, but he's not happy, Monica. He wants to support you, though, even if he's against this marriage." Monica felt a pang of disappointment, but she simply replied, "Oh, okay..." Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.

They turned to see Marcus popping his head inside. When his eyes landed on Monica in her beautiful dress, he feigned a frown. "Ew, you look ugly," he joked. Monica rolled her eyes, grimacing at her brother's teasing. She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug. Despite their differences with Andreas, Monica was grateful that her family had shown up. Her heart swelled with emotions, and her mother chuckled. "Aw, honey. Don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup!"

After their heartfelt embrace, one of Andreas' attendants stood awkwardly at the door. Clearing his throat, he spoke, "Ma'am, the wedding is about to start." Monica nervously swallowed but nodded resolutely. "Okay," she breathed. "I'll be there."

The wedding began, and everyone took their seats. The flower girl scattered petals on the floor as Monica slowly made her way forward. She absorbed the beauty of the music, the smiling audience, and her father's discerning gaze. He should have been walking her down the aisle, but due to his disapproval of Andreas, he would never do so. Monica silently thanked him for at least attending the wedding.

Her gaze fixed straight ahead, Monica locked eyes with Andreas. He stood at the podium, looking handsome in his well-fitted suit with his faded haircut and captivating smirk. Her heart raced, as if she were meeting him for the first time. She swallowed back tears and beamed brightly, her grip tightening around the bouquet.

The sun shone outside, and a gentle gust of wind brushed her veil against her face. She reached out to move it aside and, looking up, found Andreas standing right in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her lashes fluttered innocently. She was about to marry him, become Mrs. Samaras, and embark on a new life by his side. Although she knew this, the raw emotions still overwhelmed her, hitting her like a wave.

Andreas reached out, gently taking Monica's hand, guiding her to stand before him. As they positioned themselves, the priest began to speak, his words filling the air. After a while, he turned to Andreas and posed the question, "Andreas, do you take Monica to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?"

All eyes shifted to Andreas as he confidently replied, "I do." Then, the priest turned to Monica, and her stomach fluttered nervously. "Monica, do you take Andreas to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and honor him all the days of your life?"

Silence enveloped the moment, accompanied by the rapid beating of Monica's heart. Biting her lip, her eyes flickered up at Andreas, and she softly uttered, "I do." The priest clasped his hands together, a smile lighting up his face. "I pronounce that your wedding vows are sealed, and you may henceforth be known to all as husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

Andreas stepped forward, his lips meeting hers, and Monica pressed her hands against his face as he held her waist. They shared a deep and joyful kiss, both smiling, while the crowd erupted into applause. When they finally pulled away, their foreheads gently touched. "I love you," Andreas whispered, and tears of happiness streamed down Monica's cheeks. "And I love you too!" she happily whimpered.

The celebration commenced, with Monica and Andreas cutting into their cake playfully. Dodging his playful attack, Monica retaliated by smearing cake on his face, eliciting laughter from the crowd. Andreas embarrassedly wiped the sweet icing off his face. Then, he took Monica's hands in his own, twirling her around as they danced to the music. However, Monica's gaze caught her father standing nearby, and she felt a knot form in her throat. Andreas noticed her change in demeanor, and his smile faded.

Realizing her father wanted a moment alone with her, Monica turned to Andreas, softly whispering, "Baby, do you mind if we have a moment?" Andreas' jaw tightened, reluctant to let her go, but when he glanced at her father, he let out a weary sigh. "Fine," he breathed. Leaning in, he gave his beautiful wife a quick peck on the lips. "But if he does anything, let me know." Reluctantly, he released Monica, and she offered him a slight smile before turning to face her father.

Approaching him with hesitant fingers, Monica spoke softly, "Dad?"

"As you know," her father began, his expression serious, "I'm not happy." Monica's face fell, hurt evident in her eyes. He continued, "But I love you. And I can't stay angry at you forever, honey. I'm sorry. Do you think you could forgive me?" Vulnerability filled his eyes as he met Monica's gaze, and she fought back tears. Breaking into a wide grin, she raced into his embrace. "Yes, Daddy! I could never stay angry at you forever either!"

They held onto each other, embracing for a while before finally pulling away. Her father smiled, a warm expression on his face. "How about we share this dance as father and daughter?" he suggested. Excitement brimmed in Monica's eyes, and she nodded eagerly. "Of course, I would love to share this moment with you." Taking her hand, he led her to an open space, and they began to dance slowly, cherishing the special moment together.

As the guests bid their farewells and departed, Monica waved goodbye to her parents and brother, eagerly awaiting their moment of solitude. With the absence of prying eyes, she and Andreas succumbed to their insatiable yearnings, unable to keep their hands off each other.

Andreas sank back in the chair, consumed by lust. Monica took control, straddling him with a hunger that matched his own. He gripped her fine ass, feeling the electricity surge through his veins. His tongue plunged into her throat, igniting a fiery passion that filled the air with Monica's sinful moans.

Monica's fingers danced through Andreas' hair, intertwining with the strands as he passionately bit down on her lip, leaving a delicious mark. Their breath intertwined and a strand of saliva snapped between their hungry mouths. Gasping for air, Andreas asked, "How does it feel?" His dark eyes glimmered mischievously as he stretched, "To be mine?" With an innocent smile, Monica whispered, "Amazing." At that moment, Andreas seized her neck, lowering her back onto his lips. However, in the midst of their fervent make-out session, a dark shadow cast over them, hinting at an unforeseen interruption.

Andreas was the first to break away and gaze over. He then squinted, seeing it was his mother's sister. "Θεία Έλενα;" The man frowned. Aunt Helen stood perfectly still with both hands in front of her. Her face was flat, yet her blue eyes looked drained. Staring down at them, she spoke in Greek. Andreas' confusion grew as he tried to comprehend her words.

"Έχεις καταστρέψει επίσημα τη ζωή σου," she told Monica. However, Monica didn't understand and blinked. "Huh?"

Andreas, now livid, seethed through his teeth. "Φύγε από εδώ!" When the woman didn't budge, he placed Monica aside, flying to his feet. He aggressively gripped the woman's arm, dragging her away. Monica stood up to intervene, yet a man stepped forward and placed a cautious hand in front of her. It was Tobias, and he looked serious. "Mrs. Samaras," he spoke. "Please refrain from intervening. This is a family matter."

Monica scoffed. "But I am family!"

Tobias didn't say anything else. Instead, his greenish-brown eyes focused on her, and Monica slowly fell back into the seat. She then faced Andreas, who was shouting at the woman on the way out. She asked, "Is she going to be alright?" Finally, Tobias' expression softened. "Yes, ma'am. He would never hurt his mother's sister."

Hearing that, Monica's eyes widened. "So that was his aunt?" She thought. "Oh, so I definitely have no business intervening..." Afterward, she slowly turned away and sighed. "I see."