In Love With the Mob

The Wedding

*Double update

Evan

We slowly make our way out of the room and down the stairs. Classical music fills the space with the light chatter of our guests. Nerves completely take over my system as we make our way to the French style doors that leads to the garden. I see Aria making her way down the makeshift aisle as the guests all stand. I can't see Bash yet but I know he is just as nervous as I am. I slide my arm into Father Criss' as he pats my hand softly.

"Are you ready?" I smile and give him a little nod.

"As ready as I will ever be. "

The wedding march begins and we start our walk. All eyes turn to us as we being to make our way down the aisle. The smell of white roses and purple tulips fill my senses. I was so afraid that my side of the aisle would be empty, but it was full of not only my favorite patrons from the library, Gail from the flower shop that Bash so crazily bought for me, which is still doing well to this day. Aria's parents and some of their uncles who I haven't seen in so long. Bash truly went all out for me today. We turn the slight corner for the garden, and I can finally see Bash, standing on the stage. Stoff standing by his side and our replacement priest stands with his back to us.

That makes me nervous.

We make it to the end of the aisle leading to the stairs which Father Criss carefully helps me up. The Steven's along with the New York gang all line in the front rows on both the left and the right side. As Father Criss places my hand in Bash's, I have a very frightening realization.

Steven isn't with his brothers.

Bash looks apologetic and it didn't take long for me to realize exactly why.

"Bash, no, absolutely fucking not.!" I whisper yell at him.

"I'm sorry, it was really last minute and he was already ordained. Don't worry, we gave him a script to follow. It's going to be completely fine."

I roll my eyes as Steven slowly turns around wearing a minster robe and holding a folder full of papers, the aviator sunglasses were a nice touch. Complete sarcasm.

"Hello muthafuckaaaas." My jaw hit the stage.

"Steven no this is a fucking wedding." Bash says as he runs a hand down his face.

"Oh, my bad, you are so right. Good evening, ladies and muthafuckaaaas." He says with a smile, giving Bash a wink and flashing him the okay sign. As if THAT were any better.

You have got to be fucking shitting me right now. The glare I give Bash would probably catch him on fire if I had the ability.

"We are here today so these to asshats can officially fuck and it will no longer be considered a sin in 5 out of the 50 states." This idiot laughs as if he told the most hilarious joke. "I'm kidding guys., lose that scowl chipmunk it's going to be good I promise."

I hadn't realized I was still scowling. Bash gently rubs the backs of my hands with his thumb.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join these two really special people in holy matrimony."

Steven actually sounds normal. He praises Bash's bravery, tells a joke about me being the nerd this family needed. All the while, I can't take my eyes off of Bash. He looks so handsome with his gelled blonde hair, his black tuxedo and a single white tulip on his breast pocket. 

Now that I'm paying attention, all of the guys are handsomely its suits in a variety of colors. I am beyond surprised they managed to pull all of this together. Bash flashes me the biggest and I honestly feel like a blushing bride.