Chapter 16
Since my dad wasn't able to be at my wedding, John walked me down the aisle. He was going much too fast, but I wasn't able to get into a fight with him. Especially not on my wedding day. After all, wasn't this supposed to be all about me and Paul? I bet John would just love to make a scene in front of all these people! Okay, so there wasn't that many people there, but there was my family and Paul's family, plus several musicians that Paul adored. Like I said, I only invited my family and Charlotte.
In less then two minutes, I was standing in front of Paul. His eyes were bright, and he couldn't hold back a silly grin. I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him, but I knew that I couldn't. Imagine what all these people would think of me! I wasn't too worried about my family's impression of me; I was scared that they wouldn't like the groom. Why wouldn't they like him, though? He was sweet, and gentle, and caring, and...kind of cocky. But in a good way.
After several prayers and what not, it was time for the rings. His best man handed him the ring, and Paul easily slid it onto my finger. Charlotte thrust the ring at me, doing a terrible job of holding back her sobs. I shakily slid the ring onto Paul's finger, and it nearly wouldn't go. He laughed loudly, and I blushed. C'mon, did he really have to laugh that hard? I didn't want everyone to know just how nervous I was! He's lucky that I love him the way that I do...
The minister said several things, but then he half-yelled, "Paul, you may now kiss your bride!"
Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Paul pulled me closer gently, like he always did, and pushed his lips up against mine. It was just a soft kiss, and it was over far too quickly. He spun me around and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I blushed, waved, and smiled at everyone. My bridesmaids and my maid of honor couldn't stop blubbering long enough to congratulate me, so I walked away from them. After all, I had photographers to meet. Paul had warned me several months ago, when he first proposed.
Before saying goodbye to anyone inside the church, Paul and I rushed outside. There was a crowd of people waiting for the first glimpse of Mrs. McCartney. Cameras flashed, and people screamed. I snuggled closer to Paul, because I was terrified that someone was going to come charging at me and hurt me. People cheered, and some people cried. Just for the photographers, I assumed, Paul leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. He was shaking terribly.
Just then, a brave interviewer stepped toward us. My muscles tensed, and Paul noticed. He pulled me closer to him again. The interviewer halted in front of me. He looked me over, raising his eyebrows. Paul giggled in my ear, and ran his lips on my neck. I blushed again. Why was he doing all of this romantic stuff in front of his fans and people from the news? Wouldn't this get me all sorts of death threats? I was frightened.
"Mrs. McCartney," the interviewer began, and Paul beamed, "how does being married feel? Especially since you're married to one of England's most popular musicians of all time! Can you tell me a little bit about your private life with him?" John would have called me crazy, but I could have sworn I saw that guy wink at me. Did he honestly have the nerve to hit on me when I'm married to Paul McCartney? Didn't he understand that this was kind of a big deal?
Even though I felt all of those things, I just shrugged and smiled politely. "Being married feels great so far," I replied, holding Paul's hand in my own. "And sometimes I forget that he's actually that famous, you know? He's just like a regular father and, now, husband. He doesn't act like one of those stuck-up musicians. But as far as our private life goes, I can't share that with you." My face flushed a very light pink.
The interviewer seemed hurt. He stuck his bottom lip out in what appeared to be a pout. "And why is that?" he demanded. His voice was thick, as though he were holding back tears. Wow, this guy seriously needed to man up.
