The Light Through His Darkness

Chapter Five - Wedding Drama?

Isabella POV

Jean, my big sister, exhaled a breath as she curled my hair like an expert and I admired her through the vanity mirror.

It was apparently the wedding day, the dress was beyond elegant and the ambiance of the wedding was perfectly arranged including my hairstyle.

The food, the presence of the Priest, the cunning bridesmaids who were clearly hired for the day and the graceful music; absolutely dazzling.

There's approximately five thousand people and counting inside the church's divine sanctuary while the paparazzi and reporters were casually strolling on the outside as if this wedding was breaking news for the media.

As Jean finished curling my hair, I turned around in my chair, watching her silently apply a light coat of mascara to my face. Curiosity filled my gaze as I observed her and breaking the silence, I asked, "Do you think the guy will be a good husband for the next six months?"

"Well, I heard he's rich and I think he's an employee of the Martínez company, so it should be okay as long as he spends his cash on you, right?" She simply shrugged her shoulders with a chuckle, holding the tip of my chin.

I rolled my eyes, "Is that all you think about, Jean?" I asked, gazing up at her and she scoffed, angrily closing the lipstick.

"What are you referring to, Bella?" She asked, seeming pissed off.

"Money, that's all you seem to think about." I spoke up for once, "As long as the guy is rich, it's totally fine, right?"

"What am I supposed to think about, Bella?" She asked, chuckling as she stepped away from my chair.

"I'm the one getting married to a complete stranger, because of Dad, not you, Jean." I told her with a straight face and she threw the lipstick onto the vanity table.

"Yeah, a rich stranger for six months and I am pretty sure he can afford to give you everything you desire, before you both get divorced!" She surprisingly raised her voice as she took up her purse from the vanity table.

"Are you hearing yourself, right now?" I asked, unbelievably, gesturing a hand towards her, "And where have you been for the past few days, huh, you had Mom worried sick."

"I'm stressed, so I have been taking some personal time and I don't see anything wrong with that." She claimed, running a hand through her hair.

"You could have at least called her once, you know how she can be." I stood up from the chair, feeling the weight of my wedding gown cascading around me as I gazed at Jean. Her eyes glanced down at my gown as if it was a sight to behold.

"And I needed you, but you weren't there..." I reached out to touch her on the arm, "instead, you were out with some guy I never met, Jean." I softly chuckled, feeling a slight ache in my chest.

"You're so ungrateful, Bella." She recoiled and I watched as she quickly exited the room, leaving me completely confused.

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I was gracefully led into the sanctuary, my parents and Pearl, my best friend, by my side. As we made our way down the aisle, Mom shared the news that Jean wouldn't be able to attend my wedding due to a sudden interview.

Holding my left hand, my Dad offered me solace as we walked towards the altar and each step I took seemed to stretch time.

I wore a white veil, covering my face and the enticing wedding gown fits perfectly without even displaying my hourglass hips. The white flowing layers of delicate lace and intricate beading, exudes pure elegance.