Tattered Love

Chapter 13

Today is the day of my wedding.... To say I'm ecstatic would be over kill. What's there to be so excited about? It's an arranged marriage. My so soon to be husband probably has a baby with his mistress. The future heir to the mafia. What do I get to gain? A life of misery. Who won on this agreement? Not I. I definitely lost this one by far. My dress is a Princess Cathedral Train dress made of lace and tulle. To make the bottom of the dress even fuller; they have put some type of ancient petticoat thing on me. My hair has been pulled into an elegant yet messy looking updo. My makeup is neutrals with my cheeks blinding from the amount of highlighter they've put on my face. I'm not caked faced in makeup but it's a lot more than I'm used too. My dress covers my feet so I'm barefooted for this backyard Greco Mansion wedding. Do I care if I don't have heels on? No, not one bit. A chime goes off further down the hall signaling it's begun. Dad loops his arm around mine and I begin to follow my sisters down the hall and to our starting point. Another chime is heard which lead to my music to begin playing.

"Everybody's talkin' 'bout heaven like they just can't wait to go. Sayin' how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful lyin' next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced. 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven. Could be better than this."

I watch as each of my sisters are walking down the aisle. Tori is with Arcangelo to the left and Antonio to the right. Gabby has Alexander to her left and Adriano to her right.

"I swear you're an angel. Sent to this world."

And just like that it's my time to go down this aisle without breaking my neck. I still can't get over Gabby picking this song for me to walk down with. With dad next to me, we make our way around the long walkway that lit up with fairy looking lights at the entrance of the aisle. The aisle begins to turn left and a wiggle right. Every so often I'm either slightly turning left or right. As I get closer to the front of the aisle; I can see my arch and the flowers at the end of each row going down the aisle. I can see Alessio in the distance with a champagne colored expensive jacket over his black dress shirt and black tie. His dress pants are also black along with his shoes. His hair is nearly styled for once. I make it to the end and look up to Alessio who looks to have tears welling in his eyes.

Why's he crying for?

He realizing how screwed we both are?

If so, he's realized a little too late.

The Priest begins with a small prayer before he has us say our vows.

"Repeat after me Alessio. In the name of God, I, Alessio, take you, Isabella to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow." The Priest says.

"In the name of God, I, Alessio, take you, Isabella to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow." Alessio chokes out.

"Now Isabella, repeat after me. In the name of God, I, Isabella, take you, Alessio to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow." He repeats almost the same words.

"In the name of God, I, Isabella, take you, Alessio to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow." I repeat his words over.

"I pronounce you husband and wife. Now kiss your bride." He yells out while our families begin to cheer loudly.

Kiss?

We never agreed to a kiss!

Just as my brain was processing the Priest's words; Alessio's lips were now on mine. Tingles run down my arm as fireworks go off in my head. My heart flutters and my toes curl. My stomach twists into knots as if butterflies are fluttering in my stomach.

I don't know if that how he usually kisses and if so, Ana is one lucky damn female.

A:
Pictures of something similar to what I was thinking.