No One's POV:
The Was the day...Yes with soft music of instruments stringing everyone was happy, everyone was cheering and applauding with drinks fill to the top of the fresh liquid squeeze of raspberry whine. Everyone was excited, well except two. One standing with the pink dress whom was forced in such a style she would never likely to wear, As for the groom, whom was depress that day making no such smile or chats with the back room, ready but not well prepare, for heading of life...as becoming a father..taking care of a child...or getting rid of his thrill of business..and retire from it, He didn't want to be a normal dad..he wanted servants, he wanted the thrill of betting on killing sprees and such more of animals crying at the blood of war. Sitting he only wanted to murder himself and take all the money in disgrace of the honor of the rules to marry a misfit who wanted 10 children... not in his ways..hell to the no. Suddenly the wedding has begun slowly with the music uprising in the glossy ball as the rich took their seats as for her, she sat in front having the haunting image of them kiss in 3D she wanted to barf in her mouth, but no. She has to be strong, as was across the seatings were the four victors that were leading to the next season to survive and thrive. She gave no attention to the freckled girl who sat just inches away from their thoughts, Soon the music died down. That's when everyone rose.
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Jasmine's POV:
Standing with a chill her knees throbbing in pain, as for she softly cut her ankles that night, thank got she was wearing socks. Turning her head forward at the lane each family or best man arrived to the side, as she ached her body to curve her lips to smile and wave as more people gave claps and cheers. Soon everything seem to change, as slowing of time appeared, her breath fogged with a shock light in her eyes feeling tingly inside, as she saw him. In his tux, looking fresh with a flower on the side pocket that matched the color of his collar, with dazzling pierce in those eyes...his hair slimmed to the side, with a devilish smirk he gave as he walked down fixing his sleeves, her body gave chills remembering the chilling night she couldn't help but be flustered from the imitating height. She couldn't help but smile, always picturing him in her dreams and faith of being married in his strong arms, but she snapped as she noticed she was staring at him, and he was staring at her. But soon, it all changed and her hopes and dreams forever burning crashed seeing.. her, whom she took her spotlight, the smile the posture of her in the soft dress, and the lighted batting of her eyeslashes with each slow step getting closer towards ..him..
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Miguel's POV:
Giving a only friendly stare as he gave a slipping smirk, but damn he didn't knew she would be stunning in a pearly pink, matching her delicious lips he claimed the night like a howling beast playing with the soft kitten. soon standing waiting as he cringed regretting ever to sleep with that plumped chicken, giving a first smile to his self humor chuckling as they all seated the music began to play as Beth came with her braided hair of flowers into a bun as her lip curled wearing a shade of red that matched the mixture of pink and red flowers that swirled around the twinkling white dress, she went slow that made his heart beat fast, thinking of the future of being a staying home father worrying about the wicked women playing with other men or even children...ewww.. he huffed his eyes not staring at the beautiful bride as expected but only slipping stares at the white pale girl that sat before him, noticing her face softly red from the fright of never whom to see again. One's things for sure, he couldn't sell her, he couldn't...he wanted her...he wanted to break the rules and raise a family with her...he soon closed his eyes.. forgetting the remark of ever having what he desired.. soon setting his eyes on beth herself giving a cheerful smile as the great solemniser rose to the podium.
Minister: ahh...we're here today on a lovely day for a togethering that was brought by god..who instructed these too forever at last...
beth: gigglesss ((HAHAHA SHUT UP BETH))
Minister: Anyways before we shall begin..if anyone or anything, has the show to cause of why this couple cannot be lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now...or forever...hold your peace..
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No One's POV:
A moment of silence, the girl whom sat quietly stared but hesitated, she didn't want to be punished or even worst, sent to death in disgrace of honor. So she kept her mouth shut only weeping of tears, not joy, but pain and misery of being force to look at her forsaken lover who she thought to dream of. As for the young man he wanted something to be told.. he didn't want to be with her! but nothing happened as he softly sweated against his tux, sensing his expensive cologne. As the Minister proceeded, a slam to the door chimed in with pants of the other man, the girl jumped with shock as people gasped and stared back at the drenched soaked man with only one shoe to bare as everyone was all eyes with open ears the man screamed out with rage and such pity onto the bride who gasp with a soft pissed expression as she held her dress.
Beth: Edward..M-Master...w-what are you d-
Edward: I object this wedding!! for she, is a lie buried beneath the dishonor of her past!! filthy whore!!
With this more gasp came as beth growled softly with soft fake tears turning to sir Miguel that also looked pissed with fury, but not at Edward..but beth, as for Jasmine she stayed seated hiding a smirk along with her hand as beth gave a nasty glare before she huffed turning to the shaky man. One thing for sure, the wind was blowing at the bells which could also mean...shit was about to go down...
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Author's Note: AYEEEE done with chapter 11! and shit is about to go downnn :) cya till next time!! xoxo!!
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