Clandestine | 18+

32~ Wedding In Red- Part 1

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Spring Waltz- Chopin ( The wedding music for the chapter.)
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"Whatever you vow, you sow."
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Alonzo Pierce

I was waiting on the altar, my suit hugging my body perfectly, a red rose placed on my left pocket. My hands were staying steady on my sides, my expression emotionless like always.

My best man, which ironically I chose Nikolai, patted me on my back and whispered in my ear how he knew I would be pussy whipped in less than a day.

I just threw him a look to shut him up.

Arine was in front of us as the bridesmaid, even she waiting for the bride.

Then, I threw my eyes at her guests. There were unexpectedly many people, and most of them I was surprised she even knew.

On the front row was Louis, an empty spot which I'm guessing she let on honor of Stella, and her father who would join them after he would walk my fiancée down the aisle. A title I wouldn't use anymore. She would be my wife.

God, that word rang in my head. Wife, wife.

I rolled my shoulders back, getting rid of this fucking feeling, and continued looking at her guests.

Surprisingly, Diego was there too. I didn't think they were this close that he could get an invite to our wedding. Especially since they claimed to be exes. I also saw many business men and women, many of which had even closed a deal with me. Seemed like this little girl who would walk down the aisle had some connections that I didn't think possible.

But then, I realised something, Camelli had planned this whole wedding. And that made me want to look around.

I saw the aisle, white, with red roses on the sides, like blood in snow, which I would think was a metaphor from her side if she wasn't dumb.

But she wasn't. And I wanted to smile. Because I really didn't know the girl that would walk down the aisle any moment now.

Then I saw the guests, sat in comfortable chairs, pure white, and each guest had to hold a rose in their hand too.

Oh, this girl. She's saying she's going to give up her life away. She would bleed in white, loose herself away. If she didn't think I could understand metaphors, she was dead wrong.

Then, music started and I felt frozen in place. It was melancholic, as if a chapter of her life would end. I recognised the music. The piano solo. Spring Waltz, by Chopin. It was a piano piece my mamma used to love. I remember what she once told me.

"Oh, how I wish I would see you getting married to this piece."

Well, I am mamma. Your wish got granted.

I rolled my shoulders back again, and I knew she would walk out these doors right now. I felt her presence before the doors opened.

They did.

My heart dropped, my mind started spinning and I felt my breathing stop. It felt like all my air went towards her, as if she was my anchor, and without her I would become undone.