Fate || BENNIFER

Happening Again

Jennifer's P.O.V

My heart beat with anticipation, as I had been dreaming of this day ever since Ben had proposed. Now, just a week away from our wedding, the excitement and nervousness were almost overwhelming.

I had made it clear to Ben that he needed to leave the house for the morning. The dress fitting was like a sacred ritual, and I wanted to preserve the magic and surprise of my wedding gown, a creation that was bound to take his breath away.

Opening the door, I was met with a flurry of activity as the entourage of tailors bustled into my home. In their hands, they carried a garment bag.

And there, in the midst of the skilled tailors, stood Zuhair Murad himself, a man renowned for his masterful bridal creations and attention to detail. I loved him, and he was the one who had meticulously crafted my gown. And of course, he had kept it a secret from me.

Leah, as my maid of honor, was there with me, beaming with excitement. With gentle hands, she helped me into the dress, ensuring every seam fell perfectly against my body, as I kept my eyes obediently closed while the fabric caressed my skin.

I had help to turn in front of the mirror, and finally, I opened my eyes. I gasped, my breath escaping in a soft, astonished exhale. That dress was beyond anything I had imagined.

The gown began with a form-fitting, strapless bodice, delicately adorned with intricate beading and embroidery. The hand-applied embellishments created a beautiful, shimmering effect as they caught the light, adding a touch of glamour to the overall design.

From the waistline, the dress cascaded into a voluminous skirt, made from layers of luxurious, ethereal tulle. The skirt flowed effortlessly, creating a dreamy and ethereal silhouette that was both captivating and feminine.

Moving towards the back, the dress boasted a breathtaking feature, a mesmerizing, low-cut open back, accented with intricate lace detailing. The combination of the open back and delicate lace created an alluring and romantic focal point.

Completing the ensemble was a cascading cathedral-length train, adorned with the same delicate beading and embroidery seen on the bodice. The train added a touch of drama and grandeur to the overall look, perfect to walk down the aisle. It was a true work of art.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight before me. Not only was it the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen, but it also made our impending wedding feel real, tangible.

My emotions overwhelmed me, and I couldn't contain the tears that spilled down my cheeks. Leah embraced me, her own eyes glistening with tears of joy.

As I looked at my reflection, I saw a woman who was ready to embark on a new chapter, ready to say "I do" to the man who held my heart.

Leah's phone buzzed, and she quickly picked it up.

"Jennifer." She began, her voice soft yet carrying a sense of urgency. "Ben has been trying to call you."

My eyes widened when I saw the screen of my phone illuminating with a dozen missed calls from Ben.

"Talk to him." She said as she handed me her phone, my hands slightly trembling.

A mix of worry and curiosity washed over me, causing my grip on the phone to tighten.

"Ben?" My voice quivered with a hint of apprehension.

"I'm sorry, little." He said. "The date and venue for our wedding have somehow leaked to the media."

My heart sank, the weight of disappointment settled heavily on my shoulders. My gaze remained fixed on my reflection. The joy that had filled the room was now replaced by a sense of frustration. I had dreamed of walking down the aisle in just one week's time. Now, that dream seemed to slip away.

The realization hit me once again, our status had intruded upon our lives, disrupting the plans we had so carefully made.

A decade had passed since our first attempt to get married, and it was during that first whirlwind romance that the media's relentless pursuit of our personal lives grew increasingly invasive. And though we had eagerly planned our wedding and our hearts were full of hope for a future together, the constant intrusion from the media had shattered that dream.

The first time our wedding had been called off, it had marked the beginning of the end of our relationship. The media's relentless harassment had created a rift between us, eroding the trust and love we had shared. It had been a painful decision, but one we believed necessary to protect our own sanity and well-being.

Now, fate had brought us together, giving us a second chance at love. However, as I listened to Ben's voice through the phone, my heart clenched with apprehension.

"Ben... is it happening again?"