Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 31

Justin's POV

The aisle rows were now filled with overwhelming happiness from the Bieber and Gomez families as the crowd poured in at a fast pace as the final few minutes enclosed. All of Selena's family were smiling, seemingly polite to everyone who neared them in contrast to the Bieber's who only smiled when necessary and didn't flinch an eyelash to the other family unless absolutely necessary.

Even though this wedding was against my personal thoughts, the preparations were pretty much to perfection and how I would have imaged my decor to be like when my special day arrives. The garden was completely transformed. Central to everything was a white carpet which created the aisle,  surrounded by the continuous rows of chairs on each side. The chairs on the outside had light pink and white flowers sprouting out to create a flawless floral chain. The top of the aisle had a grey arch central made from white and pink roses again which matched the colour of the seats they had chosen and was central to everything. I doubt the placement was a single centimetre off from being completely in the middle. The arch had a silver, glistening chandelier which served no evident purpose, only to give the pink and white some form of sparkle and glitz so it wouldn't look too dry. The crystals were giving off rainbow specs from where the sunlight was directly hitting it across the floor which was just adding a certain enchantment.

Hanging from the trees around the chosen area had fairy lights intertwined with the branches along with lace material to hang across everything. It was extremely beautiful, I admit. I couldn't even remember a conversation where any of this had been discussed. It wouldn't of surprised me if father just saw a photograph and got his servants to do the rest.

Ignoring all the chaos around me from the last-minute adjustments from the hired wedding planners and the communications from both families, I walked straight to the bottom of the aisle where my father was standing with Alfredo, adjusting his tie slightly before insisting to do the same to Fredo's creased one.

"Ah, I was wondering where you got to. I thought I would have to promote Fredo to be my best man." He chuckles annoyingly as his eyes now began to linger around my suit, trying to find any small imperfect detail.

"I just went to get a drink." I lie to him disinterested.

"But you don't even have a glass in your hand." Alfredo butts into the discussion that was now extended beyond its welcome. My father's glance changes to my empty hands where I uncomfortably cross them after being inspected.

"I drank it fast," I mutter harshly.

Michael gently pushes me back from Fredo for a moment of discretion. His smiley groom front vanished instantly once his back was turned against the crowds of people in the aisles. "You better not of told Selena about what's going on Justin, because your future will be in jeopardy if anything goes wrong today."

"Why would I?" I say in response with a blank expression. I quickly gulp in regret. "She isn't worth it."

"I knew you would come to your senses eventually, son." His toothy grin appears to me before he pats me on the back, the triumph was obvious. He was too proud of his deceit. He was proud of mine.

He didn't hesitate to stand back into position, hands by his sides and chattering back with Fredo about god knows what. I just had to keep my mouth shut, figure a way to solve everything when this is all done with. I already knew there was no going back.

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"Ladies and gentleman, will you please stand for the bride." The marriage officiant politely commands, gesturing his hands in sync as the orchestral music begins to play for her entrance.