Ride Or Die

marriage

It's still 3 hours until the big wedding. Apparently I need 3 hours to get ready. That's what those women said atleast. They have been taking care of me since 1pm. It's now 3pm and I'm getting tired of sitting here and just watching them apply all kinds of product on my face and body.

The thing I most despised was by far the waxing. It felt like they were ripping my skin from my bones and It hurted a lot. I liked the salt bath and the massages because it was really relaxing and I needed something to put my mind
Off this wedding. I have no idea if I'm ready for it. I never thought I would marry this early let alone marry Matteo, the man I used to despise the most I've ever despised someone.

I wonder if it takes 3 whole hours to get him ready too. If it doesn't I don't think that's totally fair. I have to sit here, dying of boredom and he can just do whatever he wants or feels like. Oh what is it hard being a woman.

I almost miss what Joline said, completely lost in my own thoughts but when I feel her touch my shoulder I finally pay attention to what she's saying.

"You're almost ready hun. You only need your makeup and dress and you're all done." I nod and look into the mirror. I see a whole different woman in front of me; her hair is perfectly cut and he brows are the perfect shape. Her skin looks really soft and her nails are designed with sparkly charms and a
white French tip. The woman who looks back at me looks like a strong independent woman, who isn't afraid of a challenge. Normally I would laugh at her and make fun about her but today I won't. Because the woman that looks back at me with wide eyes full of excitement is me. I'm that strong woman. I am not the weak and pathetic girl I was before. Now I am strong and I can handle everything in the world. I've never seen this, until today, hidden side of me. I never knew this side of me even existed.

I smell a delicious smell of sandwood and violet and I want to ask which perfume Joline used, but then I come to the shocking realisation it's me who smells so tempting.

I should definitely ask which soap they soaked me in.

I watch the make up ladies bring on a light naturel make up look; they add some black mascara, pink lipstick some shimmer to highlight the apple of my cheeks, and a tiny black wing on my eyelid. My face looks different but I can still recognize myself in the mirror.

A girl I don't know comes into the dressing room with my red dress. I hadn't seen it 'till now and I'm stunned by my good taste; it's a beautiful apple-red color with a touch of different complexions of the color red and shimmers and sparkles make there way down the sleeves and the skirt. There are blue and white rhinestones covering the v- neck and there is a long black and red veil attached to the dress. The dress also comes with a gold necklace with a big red crystal hanging on it, and a few red and black bracelets.

The ladies help me putting the dress one and they all squel when I turn to them. Some older women have tears glistening in their eyes and they look at me in admiration. I make a turn to look at myself in the mirror. My mouth falls open in shock.

The dress hugs my curves at all the right spots and it makes my boobs stand out. The veil drapes on the ground and lays in a puddle around me. The rhinestones shimmer with every movement I make and the gold, black and red jewellery compliments my skintone. Though I say so myself, I look smoking hot! I now understand what Matteo sees in me and why he took interest in me from the first moment we met.

I'm still checking myself out in the mirror when a lady comes to me telling me it's time to go see my fiancé  standing at the altar. I grin at the word 'fiancé' and quickly make my way to the
door. Behind this door is sitting my family, friends, and the Santiago mafioso. But most importantly; my fiancé, Matteo. One of the oldest ladies opens the door for me, making my presence known to every person in the room. Everyone looks at me with wide eyes and a happy smile on their faces. My dad is standing beside the door, with a proud look upon his face. He stretches his arm out to mine, signaling to me that he's going to walk with me down the altar. I smile and lock my arm with his and start slowly walking. It's only then that I spot Matteo. My eyes glisten from happiness when I see the way he's looking at me. He looks at me like I'm the only person in this whole world. He checks me up and down while I do the same to him.

He's wearing a plain black tux, made out of linnen and black dress pants.he has a white rose in the pocket of his tux and he looks more clean than I've ever seen him. Not that he normally looks dirty, but I've never seen him this clean.

When I'm standing in front of him at the altar Everyone sits down again. It looks like the world stops moving and everything Is going in slow motion. He smiles at me and his eyes light up; a real genuine smile. It hard  to get that from him, everyone says, but with me he never faked a smile. His smiles always were genuine.

We say our vows to eachother and both say yes when we get asked the question.
it's not until we get asked to kiss eachother that it dawns on me. We are now husband and wife. We are expected to soon make children.

All these thoughts flood away when I feel our lips lock and the air gets sucked out of me. His hands locks around my waist and mine lock around his neck. Our tongues dance together and I taste him on my tongue. We have kissed before but it was never this passionate.

When we finally break free and my sound and vision comes back I see and hear everyone cheering and clapping. They are all clapping for the just  married couple. And that couple is me and Matteo.
         
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Okay they finally got married IIIIIIIIII!

I'm sorry but I literally suck at writing this kind of chapters so I'm sorry if they're bad :(

I won't write a lot these next days since I have school and I have just gotten a stomach bug 😵

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Love, Stella xx