Perry

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Perry

The extremely over exaggeratedly long isle that leads to a life I never wanted but find myself now being forced into is lined with tall crystal vases filled with Swarovski diamonds and your typical over the top white and pink orchids and soft pale green hydrangeas.

If I has been asked what I wanted even if the answer would have been not this marriage. I would have picked white roses, dark deep purple calla lilies and soft pink dahlias, with a sprinkle of babies breath and soft green vines to tie ever together in an elegant but simple way. The dahlias being in honor of my mother and the white roses as a wish for purity and loyalty in my marriage even if it was being forced upon me.

The tight embellished lace ivory mermaid dress reminds me of a straight jacket, confining me in a vice like grip. The ivory lace like sand paper against my skin, itchy and uncomfortable, again something I wouldn't have chosen for myself.

"You will say 'I do' and nothing more, you will kiss when the father announces you husband and wife and you will not embarrass me any more then you already do" My father says as he takes my hand in his, leading me to my place at the grand wood door.

The soft sounds of the violin announces the start of the wedding march, and one by one the six women I do not know start their walk down the aisle.

Each women wears the same soft pink thigh length dress that's cut so low they might as well be in nothing at all. Everything about this wedding is what Ophelia and my father wanted, no doubt my husband to be fit the bill for the extravagant show of wealth but this, all of this screams Ophelia and my soon to be sister in law Nichols doing.

As the tempo changes to a more softer strum of the bow along the violin string my fathers grip on my hand as he places it in the crock of his elbow tightens as a silent reminder to obey his orders.

This is nothing more then an exchange, an exchange of my freedom for the wealth that will come from me marriage to a man who's reputation far exceeds him.

Adriano Vasili is a man with money, companies around the world and an interest in my father's company.

With one final squeeze of my hand my father places it in my soon to be husbands and walks to his seat.

The music comes to a slow halt and the fathers voice echoes as everything from that moment he started to speck turns into a blur. Everything from the sound of my I do to the you may now kiss the bride runs into the sound of music and chatter as one venue turns to another.
As one face morphs into another as strangers step forward one or two at a time to congratulate us.

Before I knew it I was ushered into a waiting car and set on my way.

I feared this moment the most. I feared it more than the walk down the aisle.

The moment I'm in his house, the moment this car stops will be the moment I will truly loose myself.

I will be leaving one hellish gilded cage for another more expensive one.

My father made it clear that even if Adriano chooses to take a mistress or several, I was to remain his good little house wife, who brought heirs into the world and stayed blind to anything other then that.

My father made it clear that if for what ever reason I was unable to produce and heir then, then and only then would he allow the contract to be broken but along with it I would be left out of any and all wills and be left to the streets.

I would trade it all if I could. I would love nothing more then to life in a small cramped studio apartment up a five floor walk up and work at a quaint little café or book shop. I would love to trade all this in for the chance to meet someone who's funny, handsome and just as content living a simple life as I am.