For Real or For Publicity?

Chapter Forty Nine

Joanne Belle Kameron

"So, princess. Did you love your birthday?" Brandon asked.

  We were sitting on the booth at Olivia Western's and they had a few branches around New York City.

  The particular branch we were at was inspired by a restaurant in Singapore. The restaurant was on a boat safely anchored.

  We were sitting outdoors. Our seat was perfect. It overlooked the sea and since it was night, we could see all the twinkling lights in New York. The fresh sea breeze was blowing at us. The sound of the sea waves lapping gently against the shore was calming and peaceful. Honestly? I think God did all this for my birthday. It was the most magical one by far.

  Brandon was wearing a pressed white shirt, dark pants and matching shoes. My blue dress outlined with gold and a hint of silver was neatly ironed, and my dark pumps were polished.

  "Uh, duh!" I said, like it was the most obvious answer yet.

  "What was your favorite part?" he asked, slicing up the steak that was in front of him.

  "Um, this dinner tops it. Second was watching the premiere of Frozen, where literally everyone was at," I said.

  "Well, I'm glad you loved your birthday. But it's not over yet," he said.

  "Duh! It's barely 12:00am," I said.

  "No, I meant this," he said, reaching into the pocket of his pants.

  He held out a red velvet box. The words Tiffany and Co. were on it. He opened it. "Joanne Belle, will you marry me?"

  I gasped as the ring came into view. It was a low-cut princess diamond ring. "Yes!" I answered without hesitating. He pulled me in for a kiss.

2 years later, on Brandon's birthday, 18th May

This was it. Every girl's moment.

  My wedding. I was wearing a strapless white gown. Emma tossed me the rose bouquet and Mum arranged my veil. Even though I knew she could never replace my real mum, I still call Stepmother Jessica Mum

  "Ready, princess?" Dad asked, poking his head into the room. He teared up. "This is my little girl's big day."

  "Dad," I whined. "Don't make me cry." But, I still pulled him in for a hug.

  "Alright, my little beauties. Let's go!" Jessica ushered us all.

  Outside the church, I nodded at Dad. "Ready."

  The paniast (And also my Aunt Rose) began playing Here Comes the Bride. Everyone rose from their seats. Dad walked me down the aisle and saw Brandon standing smartly in a tuxedo in front of the Priest, smirking at me. I smiled back.

  After saying our marraige vows, I leaned in for a kiss.