Belle of the Ball

Chapter Twenty Eight - Onto Forever

2 months later

"Fuck, I can't breathe." I said, placing my hand over my chest.

"Aww, it's okay to be nervous." Nancy said, rubbing my back. "I was nervous too on my big day."

"Yes honey—it's okay to feel some anxiety. As long as you know you're marrying the right man." My mother cooed, trying her hardest to calm me down too.

I inhaled, then exhaled, trying to bring down my racing heart rate.

"You're right." I said finally. "I am marrying a good man. We are going to have an amazing wedding, and I am going to be happy."

"That's right girl!" Nancy said, raising the glass of champagne she had in the air.

I looked at her with a cross expression, so she drank the rest of the drink, and placed it down on a nearby table.

"You look so beautiful by the way. I don't think I can tell you enough." Nancy said, while staring at me in the full length mirror, that was hanging up on the wall.

"My baby. The most beautiful bride ever."

"Mom." I said, cutting my eyes to hers. "Please don't cry again, I'm really trying to not ruin my makeup right now."

"Okay!" She said. "But you are."

Once I looked at myself again, I had to agree. Even though my dress design was simple, it suited me well. It was strapless, (of course) the bodice was made of a simple satin fabric, and it had a cute sweetheart neckline that really did something to make my shoulders seem more slender.

The bottom however was where the show was started. I had on a pretty big petticoat underneath the bottom, which caused the fabric to flare out dramatically. There wasn't anything fancy, like lace or sparkles. It was simple, elegant and beautiful—exactly like me—which was why I loved it so much. It suited me. Although, I did pair my dress with a pair of long elbow length gloves, and a long veil as well.

Most of the magic of my look came from my hair and makeup. My hair, (thanks to Nancy of course) was styled in curls, cascading all the way down my back. My hair had beautiful golden highlights, done specifically for this day, which matched the golden eye makeup I was sporting. I turned my body in a circle, appreciating the way I looked finally and the way I felt.

I felt ready. So ready. To go out there and marry the man I loved.

The first month was hard for me to accept that I was actually getting married, just because Ryder and I were getting a lot of hate from it. Most internet trolls called me a gold digger, saying I was marrying Ryder after only one year of being together for his money. They also dragged the fact that he helped me open up my restaurant, which was still doing amazingly well.

Their opinions, casted some doubt in me. But after Ryder reassured me so many times, telling me to screw the haters, I did just that. I decided to say, "screw them!" And we both made the decision that we would get married as soon as possible—

hence, us getting married literally two months after he proposed.

But I didn't care about that. I didn't want to stay engaged for years and years, constantly prolonging the inevitable. I was ready to start my life with him, and possibly even catch up to Katerina and pop out some cute little babies.