The One Fanfiction

Chapter 31: Part 2

An hour later, I was pacing the room. My new dress flowed around me and I stumbled a few times from my high heels.
I couldn't do this. The rebels would come again and Maxon would be taken from me. It would happen again and I wasn't sure I could bear the pain again.
Stop it, America. You can do this. You're perfectly safe.
I tried to believe it, but my nerves were growing with each second. I wish my family was here. May, Kenna, and Mom had left twenty minutes ago to go take their seats.
I felt like crying to ease my jitters, but then my makeup would be ruined. So, instead, I poured myself some water and took deep breaths.
After I'd downed my water, I sat down on the couch. My gown draped over my legs. The dress was simple, yet elegant. It was different from my first dress. This one didn't have ruffles. It was slim at the top, but it loosened at the waist. The snow white gown was floor length.
I felt just as pretty in this dress as I did in the other one. But feeling pretty wasn't going to make things better.
A knock on the door stirred me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called.
My father came in. He looked dashing in his suit. My dad walked over and sat down next to me. I snuggled close and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Are you ready for this?" he asked.
"Not in the slightest," I responded honestly.
"I'd be surprised if you were," he chuckled. I looked up at my dad. He was smiling down at me. I grinned back at him. I loved how he always said what I needed to hear.
"Dad? Am I making the right choice? Is Maxon the right choice?"
"It's not up to me, but if it were, I would say yes. That young man would never do a thing to hurt you. He really loves you and that is the most you can ask from anyone."
I nodded. My father was right. Maxon was perfect for me. We complemented each other so well. He brought out the best in me.
Dad got up from the couch and held out a hand to me. "It's time, kitten."
I took his outstretched hand and got to my feet. We linked arms and he led me out the door.
The closer we got, the tighter I held on to his arm. Eventually he said, "Relax, Mer. It's going to be fine." I took a breath and eased my grip on him.
The door was twenty yards away.
Ten yards.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The guards nodded to us and opened the door.
I saw the faces of people from both our families. I recognized Adele sitting in a pew nearby. She winked at me and smiled. Gavril and Silvia sat with each other near the back. They looked at me fondly. Amber and Clarkson sat in their usual thrones on the side. The King held the Queen's hand an I saw her hastily wiping away tears as she looked at me. I even saw the Italian women who had attended the party Kriss and I had hosted.
On the other side, sat my family. Mom, May, and Gerad sat in the very front row. Kenna and her husband, James, sat next to them. Surprisingly, Kota was sitting there. He was a few pews away from the rest of my family, but it was better than nothing.
Maxon stood at the end of the aisle. He looked more handsome then I'd ever seen him. We locked eyes and my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to run to him, but by knees were so weak that I felt my father start to support me.
I walked to him, never breaking eye contact. My dad released my arm and went to go sit with my mom. I managed to make it the rest of the way to Maxon without stumbling.
He grabbed my hands and I felt a little stronger from his touch. I gave him a small smile and the corners of his mouth turned upwards.