CHAPTER 17- THE BIG DAY

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Above is a picture of Sally in a wedding dress
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EMILY POV

So Mel already landed safely in Australia late last night and was comfortable in her new home.

I was currently sticking pins on Sally's dress to help the design flow.

"So how do I look?" she asked just as the make up artists was done putting make up on her face.

Like a flying pelican. I thought.

"Wow. Well. Sal Ryan's eyes wouldn't be able to stay off of you tonight" I whispered trying my best to not lie.

"Mama" she called to me.

Yes.

The girl calls me Mama for the past 3 years. Her mother had died when she was younger and she always considered me like a mother.

At the time I thought it was cute but now I'm on Mel's side and everything Sally said or did was annoying.

"Yeah" I answered.

"Tonight's our big night. I'm scared" she whispered blushing.

She wasn't speaking about the wedding but about sex.

Her and Ryan having sex.

Ew.

"Well don't be.Ryan has done this before. He will lead you" I mumbled.

"I bought some fancy panties" she giggled.

Fancy panties?

"Thongs?" I asked.

"God no. I hate those stringy things up my ass. Just some designers panties" she assured me.

I just rolled my eyes.

Mel was a thongs girl.

She loved them.

She walks around her house in thongs and a bra.

I don't know what the hell is a fancy panty but Sally could have at least where some thongs or lingerie on her wedding night if she expected to get an erection from my son.

I didn't even answer her, I just walked away and went to Ryan's room.

I knocked and walked in.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yes. Is dad here yet?" he asked.

"Or your sperm donor? Yeah the asshole is down stairs talking to Sally's sister" I said non enchantingly.

Ryan just laughed.

"And yet your still married to him" he pointed out.

"Yeah we are married but live in separate houses. In separate countries" I said sarcastically.

The man was a horny bastard that only liked young whores. The only reason we had not divorced is because he knew I would take half or more of his fortune and he couldn't stand to see me take everything away from him. So he keeps me as his wife and gives me control of some millions to upkeep myself.

"Ryan are you sure you wanna marry Sally? I mean you could always wait a little LONGER" I mumbled.

"I have waited seven years mom. She is the one" he whispered sadly.

"Then its a shame how you played with Mel's heart" I screamed and walked out.

He didn't even care and he has a child on the way.

Sigh.

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Ryan POV

"This is it babe" I whispered to Sally on the altar as the Priest said the rights.

She smiled a shy smile that hurt my heart.

That wasn't the smile I wanted to see on my wedding day at least not with Sally.

As the minutes went by I realized how much I didn't wanna be here.

"DO YOU RYAN CARTER TAKE SALLY WINSTON TO BE YOUR LOVELY WEDDED BRIDE?" it rang through my head over and over as the priest said it.

I felt weird.

My world begun to spin.

Did I really want this?

Without further hesitation, I said "I do" and Sally hers.

The time for rejections came and the entire church became quiet.

My heart begun to beat fast.

I looked at my mother and she watched me with daggers.

"Oh for the love of God Ryan" my father shouted making everyone jump and look at him.

"You don't love her. I can see it. I'm sure we all can. I saw the pictures with you and Melanie and son trust me I have never seen you so happy" he said sternly but lovingly.

"Don't force yourself. Mel is waiting. Sally your a lovely girl but your not for Ryan" he said firmly before taking his eyes off of us and standing up to leave.

Mom and I was completely shocked.

How did be know?

Before reaching the door he turned to me and said.

"I have eyes on you" he said before leaving with his bodyguards.

The priest turned back to us and said.

"Should we continue?"

"Umm I don't think so. Ryan go get your girl" Sally muttered before smiling and giving me a last kiss before taking a step down from the altar and leaving the church happily.

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