Mar ·ried/ˈmerēd/: (of two people) united in marriage.
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PRISCILLA AND JOHN WAS OFFICIALLY MARRIED. It's been two months since Priscilla and Maria's argument. It's also been two months since Priscilla saw her mother. After the fight, John suggested that she should come and live with him of course, she accepted why wouldn't she? They were already engaged living together was obviously the next step. Moving in wasn't what started the problems, but leaving her mom did. Priscilla will never forget the sound of her mother's broken and defeated sobs. Maria hardly cried, but seeing her only daughter, her only child packing her things and leaving without as much as a goodbye unimaginably hurt her. Maria's sobs thundered and ricocheted throughout the house, her tears were like a raging sea in a storm fighting against the wind and its own body. Like waves crashing against each other, even though they will end up in the same place of hurt and misery. Maria was broken beyond comprehension. Before John came into the picture they were happy. Best friends even. Priscilla never blamed her mother for her father leaving but why now?
It shocked Maria the first few times, but now Maria was used to her daughter's anger, her disrespect, and her coldness. Now thinking about it Priscilla felt bad for how she treated her mother. She was all she had. This day in particular was when she was missing her the most. Sitting in the dining room with John's family and friends after the wedding made her more lonely than she already was. Priscilla doesn't know why she keeps calling it a wedding because it was not. The couple went with his parents to the courthouse and made it official. John had all his family and friends there at the dinner to support him, but Priscilla had no one. She lost all of her friends, She hasn't even told her family members she was engaged, and her mother Priscilla cries at even the thought of her.
When Priscilla married John it almost felt like her freedom was stripped away. His family wore grins that made her feel uneasy. It's like they know something that she doesn't. Everyone kept congratulating him and patting him on his back like he just won a football game like she was his trophy ready to be displayed to all his friends and family. His dad Sam has been sending longing gazes at her all day. John's family has always been weird to Priscilla. Longing looks, words with hidden meanings, and pity she receives from John's mom Sarah.
Sarah was quiet, she only spoke when spoken to, and she was fragile. She jumped at every sudden noise. Priscilla never really tried to talk to her, but she was curious about her. John has two older brothers and one older sister. Sam always brags about his oldest sons, but he never mentions his daughter. One night Priscilla asks about her he says "We don't talk about Kylie do we, John?" The way he looked at John that night sent chills down Pricilla's spine, and poor Sarah almost burst into tears. After that, she never asked about Kylie again.
"Are you alright?" John's voice pulled Priscilla out of her thoughts. Pricilla hummed and shifted her gaze from the cream-colored walls and met John's concerned gaze.
"Yes." Pricsilla's smile was as forced as her happy tone. John just stared at her not saying anything, which made her nervous.
John stood up and stretched his hand out to her. "Let's go outside."
The newlyweds made their way outside where there was less commotion and some much-needed privacy. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" Beautiful was an understatement. Pulchritudinous is the word to describe the beauty of Priscilla Preston. Her gorgeous red curls were up in a classy updo with curls framing her face, her forest-green eyes stood out, her long eyelashes curled with mascara to perfection, and her full lips were painted deep red. Her wedding dress was mid-thigh length, with long lacy sleeves, a square neckline, an open back outlined with pearls, and pearl-encrusted white heels to match. No one could ever compare to the beauty Priscilla possesses.
Priscilla blushed at his heated gaze. "Yes, almost a thousand times."
"Well, maybe I should tell you a thousand more." John wrapped his arms around Priscilla's small waist and pulled her to his chest. Priscilla's giggles died down once her mother's cries entered her mind again.
John furrowed his eyebrows at his wife's sudden mood change. "What's going on baby?" John murmured in her ear softly. At that question, Priscilla's eyes water, and her bottom lip begins to quiver.
"I miss my mom," Priscilla admits, her voice cracking. John can feel his heartbreak at the sight of his girl crying sad tears on their special day.
John wipes her tears with the pad of his thumbs. "Don't cry, baby." John soothes her as her cries grow louder. Priscilla thought she could get through this day without her mom, but her heart grew heavier and heavier at every passing moment.
"How about we go see her tomorrow?" John hummed as he held her close to his chest. Honestly, John could go on forever without seeing Maria and Priscilla knew this which is why it made her smile. John would put his personal feelings aside just to make her happy. Maybe she was overthinking this whole thing. Maybe she misjudged him and his family, Maybe her freedom was not stripped away from her, or maybe she wasn't a trophy after all.
Maybe they could be happy.
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