I placed a smile at this perfect event that I was invited at. I didn't mind my heart breaking further.
Y/N looked damn divine in her white wedding gown. It had a tube top and the bottom part was a layer of neatly aligned ruffles. The long sheer white veil sat on her head with a minimalist diamond head piece to keep it intact.
"Y/N, do you take Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked, a subtle smile of happiness and excitement playing on his lips.
As soon as the microphone was pointed close by her mouth, it caught her gasp. It sounded like she was crying. Really crying.
I could see through the veil that she couldn't stop averting her eyes from Pete to...me?
Pete held both of Y/N's hands and his lips moved, probably trying to calm her down.
"I..." Y/N spoke, her voice raspy.
Suddenly the atmosphere inside the church was thick and was threatening a disaster.
I suddenly got nervous.
"You think she's okay?" Joe asked me.
I shrugged. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Y/N held my gaze and I couldn't escape it. I have no plan to.
Y/N let out a deep sigh and averted her gaze back to Pete. She bit her lip.
The priest spoke again for the second time on the microphone in a gentler manner this time. "Y/N, do you take P—"
Y/N didn't let the priest finish his question and gave an immediate, scandalous answer.
"I don't."
The crowd gasped in shock and in dismay. It was silent for a while and then soon, the buzzing mumbles swarmed the venue.
"Oh crappity balls." I heard Joe muttered.
The priest suddenly looked lost. I watched Pete bow his head. I looked at Y/N and she was biting her lip as she cried.
They were still holding each other's hands. Y/N slipped off her right hand from Pete's and cupped the side of his face, angling his head up to look at her.
"I'm sorry." I read her lips verbalize.
Pete shook his head sideways as he cried harder. He pulled Y/N for a hug and I heard sad and hurt 'awes' from the audience, followed by sad, subtle applause from everyone, including the priest, in the sacred venue
They both cried into each other's arms, wrapped in each other's comfort and empathy.
Suddenly, the scene and my perspective switched. I'm now lying down on a bed, staring up at a renaissance painted ceiling.
I felt warm and...okay, like, everything in the world is in its perfect alignment.
I felt well-rested. My back felt perfectly cradled by the soft mattress.
I know that I'm still in the same attire that I wore in Y/N and Pete's discontinued wedding. I turned my head to the side and saw Y/N sleeping.
I propped myself up with my elbow to take a good look at her. I have no idea what happened between us or how we got here in this, I assume, a hotel room.
She's still in her wedding gown, but her head veil is on the floor together with the pair of high heels. Another thing that I noticed was her smudged lipstick around her mouth.
I found myself leaning down with one hand cupping the side of her face. I closed my eyes, as my lips neared to hers, but I only fell...
and hit the hard floor.
