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22 - unexpected guest

kiara - august 19th
the wedding

"you look beautiful," grayson whispers near my ear.

my hair blows across my face as i smile, my cheeks heating up in the already warm weather. the tall grass behind us fluttering in the wind.

tana and her new boyfriend, rylan, sit in the front row, bailey in her carrier, propped so she can still see grayson and i. her dark brown eyes wander all over the place and when they land on me she smiles, her dimples cheeks crinkling.

i look back up to grayson and he gives me a look, almost like he's worried. the pastor chuckles a little bit. i must have missed something.

"kiara rose pelton, do you take grayson bailey dolan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, 'til death do you part?"

  i smile, tears pricking my eyes and i can't believe that just a couple months ago grayson and i were still boyfriend and girlfriend. even further back and we hadn't seen each other in almost a year.

  my heart races as i look down at grayson and i's joined hands then back up to his eyes. "i do."

"grayson bailey dolan, do you take kiara rose pelton to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, 'til death do you part?"

grayson's eyes become glossy and my heart melts. "i do."

"i now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride!" the officiator, along with everyone else, claps as grayson wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, planting his lips on mine and letting them mold together.

he pulls away but still keeps me close, talking in just above a whisper, "i love you, baby."

i lean my forehead onto his, letting our breaths mix together. "i love you."

we run down the aisle together, the warm but not-too-hot sun beats down on us as we make our way to the car that will take us to the reception hall.

* * *

once we arrive everyone surrounds us, congratulating us and hugging us. i can't help but feel a little sad that none of my family could be here. not that i really wanted them to be, especially after what they had done, but i do wish my family were different.

i wish my parents weren't so conceited and snobby. i wish they loved me for me and didn't control my every move. i wish they were the definition of normal, not the poster-parents that people think of when they talk about millionaires.

"hey," grayson says, breaking me from my depressing self-pity party. i look around noticing everyone around us is gone. "you okay?"

i nod my head, trying to convince myself and him that i'm fine but i can't help the tears that make their way toward the edges of my eyes. god, i hate being so emotional.

"i just wish everything could have been different, not with you or me, but, like, my family, you know?" my voice cracks as i try not to sound weak.

grayson nods, his arms wrapping me up as he looks over my head, clearly making eye contact with somebody and cheekily smiling. i don't bother to look at the person. and then his attention is back on me.

his hand cradles the back of my head, stroking my hair every once in a while as i silently cry on his shoulder.

"i know, and i'm sorry that ever happened to you, you especially don't deserve it," he replies, his lips pecking my forehead.

he sways us to the music and i bury my head in his chest.

  "i feel like i'm shitting on our wedding," i mumble barely audible due to my muffled mouth.

  grayson laughs and i look up to stare at him in adoration. his laugh was the most beautiful thing a person could ever hear.

"you're definitely not but hey, i have a surprise for you," he says and i raise my eyebrows.

"what do you mean?" i ask, my voice sounding like excitement and my face looking like a mess.

he swipes his thumbs under my eyes and spins me around.

  marla. her tiny figure in a light blue dress that fell to her ankles. i would have never imagined her wearing such a formal dress in a million years.

  she smiles and the wrinkles in her face deepen. "hi," she waves towards me and i find myself running into her arms.

  "marla," i breathe out a sigh of relief. "i've missed you so much."

  "oh, darling, i've missed you more, especially after everything you pulled," she smirks at me and i find myself cowering in an embarrassed way. "speaking of which, where is your little bundle of joy?"

  i teeter myself so i'm on my tip toes and scan over the crowd, my eyes landing on tana. she meets my gaze and comes rushing towards me.

  "bailey hasn't stopped crying since we got here and i have no idea what to do and i don't know how you do this, kiki," she speaks quickly, all in one sentence, and then she settles down. "hey, marla."

  i laugh and set the carrier on the ground, unstrapping bailey and scooping her up. she curls into my side and holds onto my shoulder.

  i brush away her curls as marla gasps over the child in my arms.

  "you guys, she's beautiful," marla says in awe.

  "thank you," grayson and i say about the same time.

  he brushes some more of her curls out of her face and she reaches out towards him. he picks her up and holds her high in the air, spinning a few times, bailey giggles and a smile creeps up onto my face.

  marla pulls me aside by my arms  and leans in close to me. "i'm proud of who you've become, kiara rose, i always knew you were special."

  she pecks my cheek and i wrap my arms around her tiny stature for a long hug.

  "how are my parents?" i blurt without thinking twice.

  she purses her lips and i mentally prepare myself.

  "they miss you, i think," she shrugs her shoulders, almost as if she is unaware. "don't think about, okay? this is your big day, not theirs. i love you, honey."

  "i love you too, marla," i say, except i can't stop thinking about what she said about my mother and father.

  they couldn't miss me. they never cared for me. not the way they should have at least.

  all of sudden grayson runs up to me.

  "kiara! uh, we gotta get out of here," he says hurriedly, bailey jumping around in his arms.

  "huh? what are you talking about?" i ask completely and utterly confused as to why we have to leave our own reception.

  "we have an unexpected guest," he says his head motioning to somewhere behind him.

  my eyes latch onto the blonde curly hair and i seize up.

this is almost worse than my parents. this unexpected guest was not only the boy who hurt me, physically and mentally, but also the boy i was supposed to be married to.

then his eyes catch mine and a smug smirk twists it's way onto his lips.

a/n: sorry for any mistakes i just wanted to get an update up...i love you all and thank you so much for being patient!!!
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