Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV
Today is actually the day I'm signing my life over to the devil. These few days have been nothing but torture for me, I hadn't been getting much sleep and I felt exhausted. Knowing I didn't have a choice made everything much worse, looking at myself through the mirror as the lady did my makeup. Covering the dark circles around my eyes. "Wedding jitters" the lady smiles, giving her a nervous laugh, "I've never seen a bride without one, you will be fine I promise" she says reassuringly, giving her a tight smile she continued on with my makeup as they did my hair.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my hair tied in a low bun, loose strands falling to the side. My makeup more on the neutral side, giving my pale complexion some color, the brown mascara enhancing my wide eyes, given a neutral color lipstick that blended well with the color of my lips. I begged the artist to give me a natural look, not too much makeup but also not too little. Putting on the dress it fit just the way it it did at the store, like a glove, clinging to my petit frame. Putting on the long veil, it was like the cherry on top, coming right down to the floor

. Handing me my white bouquet of fresh white flowers. Looking up in the mirror, for the first time in my entire life I felt like the most beautiful woman on earth, I felt like a princess. "Mam, Mr Giordano and the guests are ready" the lady says. Sighing out, Looking over to Elizabeth, guiding me out the room as she held the veil, "are you sure you going to be okay?" She questions, nervously nodding my head, "yea, as long as I don't trip and fall" I whisper. Getting outside, the decor looked breathtaking,

something I had never imagined that looked like it was from a fairytale, white floral flowers hung off the place. Immediately the guests rising from their seats, my palms sweating a lot more. The piano tune began, slowly taking my first step. My eyes glued to Alexander who wore a black tux with a white shirt. His hair neatly combed back, his beard properly trimmed. His eyes fixed on me, feeling the eyes glued to me, saying a silent prayer to myself. Finally reaching over to Alexander, offering me his hand, relief washed over me, handing the bouquet to one of the ladies. I know faced Alexander , placing my other hand in his, our eyes meeting. Staring into his green ones, "You May be seated" the pastor says. Everyone silently taking their seat. "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the presence of God and this company to join Alexander Donatello Giordano and Tatiana Rose Zelda in the holy bonds of matrimony" the man says, his accent thick, "without wasting anymore time, the couple has requested we go straight into the vows" more like what Alexander has requested. Breathing out, his grip gently tightening on my sweaty hands. "Do you Alexander Donatello Giordano take this woman whose hand now holds your hand, to be your true and wedded wife ; and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to LOVE, CHERISH, HONOR AND PROTECT HER, to forsake all others for her sake; to cleave unto her and her only, and her forever until death shall part you?" 
"I DO" he says curtly