It's My Spotlight

Prologue

(SEBASTIAN IN MM)

        I took a step on to the beach sand aisle and smiled.  I spaced my footsteps 3 seconds apart as I walked down the aisle to "Here Comes The Bride".  Today was my wedding day, and I couldn't wipe the expression of excitement off of my face.  I grinned at my husband-to-be.  I was getting married on the beach.  It was a beautiful day with clear blue skies and a nice breeze.  I wore a silk white dress that cascaded down my body like milk showing my curves, but not too much.  I was shoeless because I wanted to feel the sand between my toes.

        Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Chanelle Badeau.  I'm 26. People call me Coco though.  Ironic how people gave me the nickname of Cocoa Chanel.  Anyway, my last name is French.  My mother had a promiscous affair with a French man while on a vacation for Paris, and the rest is history.  Do I know my dad? No, I just know what he looks like.  My mother showed me plenty picture of him because apparently he had a wife and children in Paris, and he refused to leave his wife for my mother.  Whatever.  However, I did have a step father that I called Dad because he's been taking care of me since birth.

        I was your average woman.  The one that was in and out of relationships, but occassionally fell in love.  I must admit, I had my fair share of men.  Whatever though! I had was about to marry my man, Sebastian Johnson.  He and I had been on again off again for almost 5 years, and he finally popped the question about a year back.  Of course, Sebastian was a man that did stupid shit that made me want to punch the taste out of his mouth, but I loved him.  He cheated once or twice and lied multiple times, but I knew deep down that he loved me!.

        I looked around at the room full of family, friends, and my daughter.  My daughter, Brielle, was definitely a gift sent down from heaven.  She was my strength to continue on even when I really didn't want to.  Brielle is my 4 year old daughter, and a product of Sebastian and me. I absolutely adored her, and every time I looked in her eyes, I could see her father.

        I flashed a smile and Brielle and continued down the aisle.  As I neared the end of the aisle, I felt my dad tighten up his arm lock on my arm.  He definitely wasn't ready to let his little girl go.  I nudged him discretely with my elbow letting him know that I would be okay.  I maintained eye contact with Sebastian.  He was smiling faintly standing in his all black tuxedo with a white button-up collar shirt and black tie underneath his blazer.

        Sebastian stood about five feet eleven inches, but his height didn't matter to me because I was four inches shorter than him. My father and I came to a complete stop at the end of the aisle.  I gripped the cloth wrapped around the stems of my sweat pea flowers that were a very soft, plush pink.

        "Who gives this woman away?" The preacher asked.

        "Here mother and I do." My dad said nervously.  Shortly after that, he took a deep breath and let me go.

        As I walked to Sebastian, I handed my maid of honor/bestfriend, Sharon, my bouquet of flowers.  Then I turned to join hands with Sebastian.  When we were ready, we broke eye contact and looked at the preacher.

        "Before I begin, the groom would like to say a few words." The preacher looked at Sebastian giving him the 'OK' with a head nod.

        Sebastian bowed his head saying "Thank you" through his actions.  Sebastian looked at me and locked eye contact.  I smiled and blushed very shyly.

        He smiled too.  He took a deep breath then he began.  "Chanelle Badeau, my first love and much more. I've been through so much with you, and I just wanted to say that I will always love you. Regardless of our situations." I must've been highly emotional because I began crying already.  He pulled his right hand from my left, and wiped the tear from my cheek.  Then he reconnected with my hands.  It was then that I felt that his palms were very. . . sweaty and hot.