Married At Nineteen

Chapter Three

Wedding Night

Even after the engagement ceremony, my groom and I never spoke willingly to each other by any means. Everything seemed forced. In fact, everything was forced.

Then came our white wedding which scared me half way to death. Preparations were totally in his mother's control. The only time I even had a say is whenever she wanted an additional opinion to what she chooses to be part of the ceremony. It made me wonder how living with her would be.

Let me spare you the details of the ceremony as there are more things to talk about.

During the exchange of vows, we looked each other in the eyes and spoke which of course was unwilling. It was so hard looking into his eyes. Still not enough, then came the kissing part.

"You may now kiss the bride." said the priest monotonously.

"Heck no! " I said under my breath which he may have heard or not.

Immediately I said that, my groom whose name I'm yet to stick with flicked his eyes to me causing me to take a huge gulp down my throat. I stared back until he lifted his hands to unveil my face.

He folded my veil and uncovered my face, ready to plant a kiss. I held my breath. Looking down at my lips, a shudder ran down my spine. I had never been kissed on the lips before. At least not as long as I can remember.

Placing his right hand on my waist, he leaned down with his eyes drawing to a close.

I shivered. Was I supposed to lift my head? What's all this?

Fluttering my eyelids shut, I let my lips get caught in his. The first touch was soft and peaceful but too quick to evoke an emotion from me. It was as light as a feather which made it more scary as to what kind of person he was.

I trembled in fear as people cheered, clapped, took many shots of us and worse - there were a lot of camera men taking footage.

Idiot, don't you know that was my first kiss!? I expected my first kiss to be with the man I love not you and not like this. Not so quick and insulting.

I asked myself how it was so easy for him to do that and at that instant I feared because many thoughts ran through my head.

"He is so emotionless, he could destroy my future with a snap of his fingers" I sighed as I cried within me.

I was forced to put on a smile throughout the whole show which was so unbearable. We took pictures with our family, friends, unknown foes - just saying but who knows?

On getting home after the reception, I trembled since he and I were in the same vehicle with a trail of cars behind us and one in front. The look on his face throughout our stay together was frightening. He absolutely showed no expression. It would have been better if I had a clue on how he felt but this one, nothing.

His look was expensive and carried with it many emotions but he sealed them all too easily, sending a shiver down my spine. What if he hates me and would make me pay for destroying his precious life?

Although I was small by figure, I wouldn't let anyone bully me.

We got to an estate where I supposed we were going to stay. The convoy led to a really inviting house. It was such a sight to behold. Ribbons blocked the entrance to the house but it was cut and the house was blessed. Funny right? They must have really planned this out so well. Still again a banquet was held for us.