Loving Nicolas

Chapter 16

The big day has arrived. The ceremony was traditional. My father had brought a clerk from Nice to perform the ceremony and after that we will have a party. There were friends who were vacationing in the south of France who were invited. Cousins were there, friends of Nicolas also were invited and to my surprise Jane appeared at the reception and Nicolas told me he had extended her an invitation so he can get her off our backs while we went on our short honeymoon.

I didn't like it but I didn't say anything.

I was in my room with my mother and Veronic helping me in my dress. It was a beautiful light and sheer chiffon of ivory color with lace flowers and easy to move in and good for the warm weather. It fell over my body like a glove and I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror. A hair stylist and a makeup artist were brought to work on my hair and makeup and my mother brought me a dark blue velvet box, a gift from her and my father. I opened the box and held my breath. It was a beautiful clear diamond set, a gift always given by the groom to the bride. But since Nicolas didn't know about that fact, my parents gave it to me.

"Do you like it?" My mother demanded.

"I love it." I looked up at her my eyes brimming with tears.

"No cheri, no crying, you will ruin your makeup." She cupped my face. Then she helped me with the earrings and ring stating the weather is too warm for the necklace and it would be better if I wore it for the reception she will be having for me later in the year. "Now all the family are gathered down and waiting for us."

A light tulle veil with similar lace as on my dress was placed loosely over my head before we left the room. My mother and Veronic dapped at their eyes looking at me and purring how beautiful I looked.

The main room was filled with flowers, the family dressed in their best. I came down and my gaze went to Nicolas who was dressed in cream colored suit looking very handsome with his hair cut short for the ceremony, and his eyes were glued on me as I walked in. My father got up to get me and sat me beside him.

The clerk was sitting between my father and Nicolas, turned to me.

"Leah daughter of Nasser, do you agree to be mated with this man, Nicolas son of Peter?" He demanded in a low tone.

I felt a light flush rising up to my cheek. The room suddenly felt hot as I snapped my gaze up to Nicolas who was on the other side of the clerk. He was flushed too, smiling his dazzling smile and he took my breath away.

"I am agreeable." I replied meekly.

The clerk murmured words of blessings and then he turned his attention to my father and Nicolas, bringing out a handkerchief and placing it over their clasped hands. He uttered the words of marriage and I sat there holding my breath because the words were in Arabic and Nicolas had assured me that he had learned them by heart. He did an marvelous job of saying the words correctly, even if they were heavily accented and drew some quiet giggles from my side of the family.

The ceremony was done and there was a lot of cheering and clapping. My father hugged Nicolas and kissed him on both cheeks and then my husband...it sounded strange in my head, came to me lifting the veil from my head.

"Mrs. Scott." He murmured quietly to me, his slivery eyes eating me up.

"Mr. Scott." I whispered beaming at him. He leaned his head and kissed me on the lips. My sappy heart is full of love for this man. Who would have thought, I certainly didn't on that first day I had saw him in that café in London, that I'd end up marrying him?

There were cheers behind us, clapping, even crying from my mother and his mother and his Nana. Happy vibes all around us as we moved from the house and into the garden. The guests arrived and the party went on until late at night with food and drinks and dancing.