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As all gathered at the Seville Cathedral for the awaited ceremony,
There Finn stood in his white well-refined tuxedo with a boutonnière pinned on suit, alongside Jack, his best man and his brother Nick at the altar whilst anticipating for the ceremony to commence.
Notwithstanding him not a fond of marriage moreover commitment, he wouldn't deny the keenness to see her walk down the aisle.
He recalled their last encounter which bare in mind, he still couldn't grasp the reality that she isn't charmed by him, however he is by all odds smitten by her; her chaste and lack from sin, thus now he is curious to know; has she changed?
Mainly, what is it in her? That he badly wants to corrupt.
"I can't believe you're marrying a woman who's as pure as the driven snow." Jack whispered whilst chortling beneath his breath, meanwhile Finn shot him a warning stern gaze, tilting his head at his brother who arched a brow.
Jack wavers his forearm, "Man, if she's as beautiful as you described her as, she would've loosen her virtue."
Finn glowers, wincing his eyes closed for he's heard enough irrelevant remarks from Jack who relishes provoking him.
"Doesn't mean a woman's beautiful she has loose morals." He side-remarked, "You met Cylia while she persisted undefiled, yet you involved her to the world of thirsty men."
"In love," Jack swiftly adds, "And that's what makes you and I different."
Finn hums, questioning Jack's statement whilst eyeing him peculiarly and as he's about to utter a word opposing to him,
The traditional classic wedding song commenced the play and the wedding bells echoed the Church whilst the guests heave a breath of elation and delirium as all and sundry focused their attention to the main doors.
Meanwhile, Finn's heart dropped whilst blowing an immense air held back in his lungs.
This is it, he thought to himself whilst tapping his toes and tugging down his suit as he fixated his gaze at the bridesmaids walking down the aisle subsequent to the groomsmen.
In his mind are these words playing on repeat; he would become an utter powerful man and all he had to do is abide to wed this woman.
He is now manly adequate to no longer be theblack sheep in his blood, which is a scandalous Lothario.
He knew to himself, he'd highly benefit from this compulsory marriage; he could fool the world, mainly his parents that he's a serious man, though not a changed man.
