Stella Starlet

Wedding

It was a sunny day in Capri. I had always loved Italy. 

Carlisle and I sat on the rocks, the azure waters softly tapping the boulders. 

The chatter of distant beach-goers echoed with the waves. 

"Fuck. I'm happy I made it out alive so I could see this again," Carlisle mused. 

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "I am too." 

"So remember before all that shit happened and I said let's get married after that day? Well, I know it didn't happen but why don't we get married tomorrow?"

I leaned my face up to catch the warm sun-rays. "Okay, Carlisle. Let's do it."

-

Immediately after deciding to get married tomorrow, I called my mother and got her on a flight that night. Our relationship was distorted but I wanted her there.

Carlisle's family was delighted. His mother cried as she hugged us and cheered. 

We decided to have the wedding in the estate's backyard, between the orchard and the Italian cypresses. Just his family, some close friends and my mother. 

Valentina and I scrambled to find a wedding dress that night as Carlisle's mafia men started placing chairs and setting up. It was almost comical. 

-

I was so nervous that I wanted to vomit. My wedding dress felt constricting and I began to break out into a sweat.

"Oh honey," Valentina said sympathetically as she hugged me. 

"You love him right?"

"More than anything," I replied.

"Then there's nothing to be nervous about. It's Carlisle."

I took a deep breath. Her words were exactly what I needed to hear. I felt my anxiety melt away and morph into excitement. 

Valentina walked me to the back doors where I could see the humble wedding bustling with excitement. 

I caught a glimpse of Carlisle standing at the altar, pacing and tapping his foot with nervousness. My heart swelled.

"You ready sweetheart?" 

I nodded and two men pulled the french doors open. Everyone stood and turned to look at me. The music began to play. 

-

Carlisle's Point of View

I felt my eyes start to tear up when I saw Stella. She, quite literally at that moment, took my breath away. 

I held my hand over my mouth, looking at my beautiful bride-to-be walking towards me. 

My men patted me on the shoulder and a tear couldn't help but escape my eye. 

I laughed as I wiped it away. Stella grinned at me. 

As she stepped onto the altar, I stood up straighter and took her in. 

"Is that mint chocolate chip ice cream?" I asked as I pointed to the neckline of her dress.

Her eyes widened, she was mortified, and looked at the stain. She blushed. 

Everyone laughed and I took her hand. 

"I love you so much," I whispered to her. 

Another tear escaped my eye as I was asked if I would take Stella to be my wife. 

When we both said "I do," I didn't even wait for him to say it. I took Stella into my arms and kissed her. Everyone cheered. 

I was married to the person I wanted to be with until my last breath, even after it all goes black. 

-

Stella was seated by my side as I began my speech.

"I met Stella on a balcony at one of those galas. I remember when she leaned on the railing and I just felt something. I don't know what I should call it but something. Maybe love, maybe infatuation. All I knew is that I had to talk to her, I had to hear her voice. Since the first word left her mouth, I was in love. And I think she was actually telling me to 'fuck off.'"

People laughed. Stella chuckled bashfully. 

"She has been with me through blue skies and rough storms and for that, I am forever grateful. She is the love of my life and to be able to finally call her my wife," I paused, took a deep breath and laughed. "It means the world."

I sat down and there was cheering and the clinking of glasses against each other. Stella had tears flowing down her cheeks as she looked at me. 

This; her and I, was ecstasy. It was all I needed.