The Only Man I Ever Loved

🧚‍♀️T H I R T Y🧚‍♀️

I couldn't sleep. I felt like a child the night before Christmas. I leaped out of bed the moment my alarm rang. I sat curling my hair on my bedroom in front of a mirror. I felt giddy, my smile was the widest it had ever been.

Charles had decided to spend the night at his mother's as in true tradition the bride is not supposed to be with the groom the night before the wedding. I had stayed at home, feeling like I was going to explode from keeping this secret. I had locked myself in my room as I didn't was to tell a soul.

I did my makeup and my dress was staring at me. I had hung it on the wardrobe over night. I slipped the dress on. It was a simply white off the shoulder dress, it was the best I could come up with only 12 hours spare. I sat in front of the mirror smiling at myself. Today was about to be the happiest day of my life and I couldn't wait to be his wife.

My phone lit up with a notification from Charles. He was outside waiting to take us to the registry office. The time was 12pm. I knew my parents weren't home as they had gone away for the weekend with their friends, I was just unaware of my brothers were about.

I grabbed a jacket and headed for the door. I open the door to see my brother standing at the end of the drive way.

'Elliot?' I questioned, he was wearing a suit. This was strange as I rarely ever saw him wearing anything other than his football kit. 'What's going on?'

'If you are going to marry Charles, you're going to need a witness.' He laughed as he handed me a bouquet of flowers. 'These are from Charles.'

They were a combination of red and pink flowers. I smiled down at them. 'Thank you so much Elliott.' I kissed him in his cheek as he took my arm and walked me over to my side of the car. A Ferrari, presumably one Charles had let my brother borrow.

Elliott and I barely spoke on the car ride. We wanted to enjoy the moment, but we knew if one of us spoke we would probably would cry.

'You've missed the turn' I pointed out as we drove right past the registry office.

'Nope.' Was Elliott's response

'What's going on?' I asked with a frown on my face.

'Quit frowning Estella.' Elliott chuckled at me. 'Do you trust me?'

'Yes.' I said but my superstition was getting the better of me.

Soon enough, we pulled into the chapels car park on the outside of town. I was more than confused.

'You are marry Charles Leclerc, Estella. You need to prepared for anything and everything.' Elliot pulled me into a hug. 'Now give me these.' He took my bag and jacket off me leaving freezing in the winter weather. Snow had slowly began to fall.

'Wait.' I called after him. 'I am going to walk down the aisle on my own?'

'You are not on your own.' I heard the familiar voice that was my father.

'Papa.' I said, shocked to see him. 'I thought you was in Nice for the weekend?'

'Charles called us and informed us of what you had decided to do. He didn't want us to miss this.' Papa said linking his arm with me. 'Are you 100% sure about this, kid? Marriage is a big responsibility.'

'I have never been so sure about something in my life.' I smiled at my father.

'Let's get you married.' He chuckled wiping some tears away. 'My Estella. All grown up.'

'I'll always be your little girl papa.' I smiled trying to hold back my tears.

As I was walking down the Aisle, I glanced around the room to see who had turned up. I could see mama and Elliot, my grandparents, Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo. I saw Kelly and Max and Paige. Paige and Kelly were crying from the moment they saw me. Then I saw Charles. Standing right in front of me, smiling with encouragement. Soon enough, I was in front of him, all eyes on me.