A Less Than Average Romance

Chapter 16: Wedding Day

"He's missing?! He can't be! This is our wedding day!" I screamed. I stood in my wedding dress, minutes away before I would walk down the aisle.

"He went to the bathroom 30 minutes ago. And hasn't been back since." Dexter's best man, Jeff, said.

"So no one has seen Dexter since a half hour ago?" I asked.

"Nope." Everyone said.

"Great. Fucking great! I'm supposed to get married in," I looked at the clock on the wall. " Four minutes! And my groom has mysteriously disappeared!" I plopped down on the chair, and took many deep breaths.

Andrea walked to me, and softly rubbed my back trying to comfort me. "It's going to be fine."

"It's really not." Jeff said.

"Shut up, Jeff." Andrea snapped.

"No, he's right. Dexter is gone. And I'm left at the altar." I said, facing reality.

"So, we are going to cancel the wedding?" Andrea worried.

"I don't know what else we can do." Jeff said.

"Find him! Search the whole city of Chicago!" Andrea insisted.

"Do you know how many missing people there are in Chicago?" Jeff asked.

Andrea sighed, she knew there were many missing people in Chicago. And it was very rare that we would find him.

I started to cry. Tears were coming down and ruining my makeup. I didn't care,I wasn't getting married. So, what was the point? I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, smudging my makeup and getting mascara and eyeliner on my hand.

Jeff spoke up, "I'll tell everyone the wedding is canceled." He left the room, and it was just Andrea and I.

"I'm very sorry. We can postpone the wedding until we find him. Then you can have the perfect wedding." She said.
"What if we never find him?" I sobbed.

"Hey, you'll always have me." A masculine voice said.

I looked up from my mascara-covered hands to see Daniel standing in the doorway, his arms open for me to hug him. As if.

"I thought you weren't invited to my wedding." I wiped away my tears.

"Well, I wasn't. But I'm the groom's brother, so I think I'm allowed to come." He saw I wasn't going to run to him like a damsel-in-distress, so he crossed his arms. He continued, "And, since the groom isn't here, I guess he got cold feet. My offer is still open."

"What offer?" Daniel never said anything about an offer of any kind.

"To marry me."

"No! Never! I will never marry you! And the fact that you're asking me to marry you on my wedding day after my fiance goes missing is-is-terrible! And-and selfish! And-and-and..." I jumped out out of my chair and started to yell at Daniel. He walked closer and closer to me, looking impressed and looking seductively at me. He stopped until our faces were inches apart, and I could smell his cologne. He smelled kind a nice. Daniel leaned closer and closer to me, while I freaked out, screaming, "Wh-what are you doing? Get away! Personal space! Andrea, help me!"

Andrea stood watching us get closer and closer to each other, "Sorry Ann, but this is too good."

Daniel grabbed my waist with one hand, and and my neck with other, he leaned in to kiss me. Both hands were gentle, but not making me move away from his grip. I locked my gaze with his, my eyes couldn't turn away. I melted into his arms, my heart speeding up. I suddenly forgot about everything I said bad about him, only about the good things. (Which wasn't much)

When our lips first made contact, I realized I wanted this kiss. I wanted him to kiss me, this time I wasn't refusing. I was accepting. Accepting the fact that I like Daniel. I really like Daniel. This whole time I was refusing to face the fact I was in love with him. But then again, I was going to marry Dexter. He's my fiance, I said I was in love with him. But, then again, he did go missing. So, he could be dead, or gone forever. All these thoughts confused me while kissing Daniel. I forgot Andrea was still watching us.

Andrea spoke up, "Umm, I think someone is coming."

Both Daniel and I ignored her. It was probably a waiter or waitress. Or the flower organizer.

"Ann?" A familiar voice asked.

It was Dexter. He was alive. He wasn't any of the things I thought before. I was standing here making out with his brother, on our wedding day. What did I do?