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chapter twenty-one, white, gold and blue.
AT WHAT POINT DID BEST FRIENDS BECOME LOVERS?
white, gold and blue.
Francesca slipped into her petticoat, corset and finally, her wedding dress. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection by Amouri and Sorietea. Loring paced around the room, ranting about how to be the perfect wife and the perfect queen. Francesca zoned the woman out.
white, gold and blue.
"And Francesca, you never deny Aaron's wishes. Even if you're tired, even if you're not in the mood, you accept his love." Loring scowled, trying to plant the perfections of societal views onto her daughter.
"Yes, mother, I know," Francesca answered playfully, slipping into her white heels. She touched up her own makeup, put on her bracelets, necklaces and earrings.
Victoria walked in, smiling politely at Francesca's sisters and mother, but didn't say a word. She walked straight to Francesca, a glass box in her hand.
In the box, a gold tiara in it.
Something old: the tiara that was worn by every Tveit woman since 1750.
Something borrowed: the gold bracelet that Francesca wore on her wrist, simplistic and elegant, borrowed from her sister, Soriettea.
Something blue: the gems in the tiara that she now adorned on her head.
Something new: her necklace and earrings, a wedding gift from Aaron. They were also gold, large gems at the center. It was gorgeous.
white, gold and blue.
white: the color of Francesca's elegant dress, a true ballgown fit for a queen. It was made of the finest silk, adorned with the most exquisite detailing. The silhouette was fitted perfectly, with a plunging neckline and a long, dramatic train. The fabric was draped in layers of beautiful lace and gorgeous beadwork, creating a gorgeous and opulent effect. The cathedral length veil was attached to a tiara, which she knew she would need to wear no matter what. Her corset hugged her curves in the most beautiful way, making her look even more ethereal. This was a royal wedding, after all.
"There, the last touch you needed," Victoria smiled, fixing her hair to allow the tiara to sit naturally. Victorias eyes gleamed with a bright light, a motherly light that Francesca had never seen in her own mother.
"Thank you, Victoria," Francesca smiled, her cheeks flushed with a perfect glow.
"Francesca, you address the queen by title, not her name." Loring said sternly, her eyes shining with an evil light.
"I told you to call me Victoria, Loring," Victoria glared at the woman, her hand cupping Francesca cheek.
white, gold and blue.
Gold: the color of the jewelry that Francesca adorned on her body, the color of her soul and worth.
Francesca's mind was a mess, her dress surrounding her in a suffocatingly beautiful sight. Her heels clicked as she tapped her foot nervously, the large doors intimidating her.
Millions of people sat behind those doors, Aaron sat behind those doors. And they were all waiting for her.
One by one, Victoria, Loring, Soriettea, Amouri, Melissa and Lissette walked into the room. Francesca had decided she didn't want anyone to walk her down the aisle, she despised her father too much. The thought crossed her mind of getting Max to do it, but she knew she'd be criticized.
As the doors swung open, the first thing she saw were the other nine girls. Madilyn, Rebecca, Elizabeth, Alice, Marie, Kate, Linette, Anna, Chloé and Clara. Their eyes bore into hers, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.
She took one step forward, her eyes locking on the one person who did matter.
Aaron.
white, gold and blue.
blue: the color of Aaron's eyes, the color of comfort. The color she looked forward to seeing every day, the color she could get her eyes lost in. The color of the eyes of the man she loved.
As Francesca walked down the aisle, her eyes never wavered from her prize: Aaron. Her heart swelled with love, her eyes shone with affection and her cheeks blushed with pride.
Aaron's eyes teared up, as if she hadn't threatened that if he didn't cry she'd turn around and leave. His hands were shaking, his heart was bursting with so much love for this woman who he was about to make his wife.
The ceremony went by quickly, up until the two words that needed to be said.
"Do you, Prince Aaron Tveit, take thee, Lady Francesca Heart, as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"Do you, Lady Francesca Heart, take thee, Prince Aaron Tveit, as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"Then it is my honor by the country of France to announce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride."
And he did. He kissed Francesca like he never had before, his wedding ring cooling her cheek. God, his wedding ring. He never thought he'd like the thought of wearing a simple band as much as he did.
this was it. they were married, in love and now, they could show it. Francesca never thought she would feel this way. She once thought that no life she would ever have was a life she wanted to live, but she was wrong. This life, having Aaron in her life, that's all she would ever desire.
