Chapter 4

Mommy woke me up early the next morning. She almost cried as the stylist fixed my face.

"Mommy stop it. I'm not getting comfortable anymore," I hissed.

She just laughed at me. "You really are a woman now. It feels like it's only yesterday when your Daddy and I were still carrying you, now you are going to build a family of your own,” mom said emotionally.

I just tried to smile at her. As much as I can I do not want to ruin this day for Daddy.

Family? With him?

There was a photoshoot in my room. The photographer took a photo of my gown and other belongings. He does the same with me as I do various poses he like.

Somehow I was happy with my gown; this is also the gown that I want, in case I really get married one day.

Simple but elegant.

"My princess," Daddy uttered tearfully as I went down the stairs.

Little by little, tears welled up in my eyes, because I could see how happy he was now.

He hugged me tight before kissing me on my forehead. "You are so beautiful, my child."

He looked at me seriously, caressing my face before smiling. "Trust me princess, you will be happy with him."

I could only answer him with a raw smile. I don't want to disappoint Daddy, I will do everything for him.

I hope Daddy, I hope so, but it looks vague.

I do not know anything about the wedding plans. I also did not bother to ask before, so I burst into tears when we arrived at the venue.

This is my dream wedding.

It's a beach wedding with sky blue accents. The surroundings are full of white and blue roses. I still want to laugh, because even the silly Stitch chair I once thought was gone was now staring me in the face. The carpet also had Stitch's face on it.

I turned my gaze to my mother. I know she planned it because I only mentioned it to her when we once talked about it. I whispered 'thank you' to her, and she replied with 'I love you.'

A love song began to play. The people in front of me started to walk forward, Mommy and Daddy approached me as my turn came.

"I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad," I said, then hugged them tight.

"We love you too princess." 

We started to walk forward. I could see the happiness of the people around us, as if what was happening was so romantic. In front, my groom was waiting; he was standing tall while looking straight at me. I don't know if he's good at hiding emotions, or he really doesn't have any at all.

I saw how the man next to him tapped his shoulder and whispered something. I think he was almost the same age as him. My fiancé’s forehead frowned slightly, as his jaw tightened then whispered back to the man.

The boy he was talking to just laughed at him.

Like normal marriages, my parents gave me to him when we came to the end. I was still a little surprised because I did not see his parents. Only the best man was there with him.

After almost an hour, the person marrying us said, "You may now kiss the bride." And with that, I'm officially married.

The other guests almost screamed in delight. I could not keep up with their joy, because I was nervous at that moment.

Damn it. I hesitated to face him; my eyes rolled up and down as he lifted my veil. I don't want to look at him because he might think that I am affected by his presence, even though it's the truth.

My breathing stopped when I felt his hand on my chin and he gently lifted my face. I was deafened by the moment my eyes hit him; the moment absorbed my soul as if it was entering my mind and body.

It was only then that I realized how beautiful his eyes were, they were green when I stared at them. I really don't like the color green, but I don't know why I like his green eyes now.

He clenched his jaw as his eyes darkened with desire before slowly bringing his face closer to mine.

My knees weakened as his lips touched mine. I was completely wobbled from standing when he started to kiss me. I almost thanked him for his quick movement, when his arms snaked around my waist to support me.

I didn't know that it was so delicious to be kissed, or he was just really good at kissing. It felt as if it was taking me to another dimension of the world.

Bitterness ate my feelings, when something came to my mind. He slowly finished the kiss, I bent down my head immediately so that our eyes did not meet.

"Is this how you kiss your girls?"

I do not know what stupidity hit me when I said that in front of him. I blushed with shame. Fortunately, the guests immediately grabbed the attention. They applauded happily; it's the only moment that I managed to see them all.

We have our close relatives, as well as my friends from when I was still studying. There are also a few people I do not know; maybe they are on my husband's side.

I was taken back because I did not expect to see the woman he was with yesterday at our wedding today.

She was staring, not at me but at my husband.

My husband?

There’s bitterness in my emotions. I may be his wife on paper, but he will never be mine. I peeked at him by my side secretly. I wanted to laugh, because he's also looking at the woman.

He should have refused from the beginning to have this wedding if he doesn't want to get married. He should have fought for the one he really loves.

There were pictures after the ceremony. I wanted to applaud myself because I was able to smile, despite all of the shit that I felt.

We moved into the reception area and started eating. Like most normal weddings, we had events such as quarreling, flying pigeons and a game for the girls and boys.

It took few hours before it was all over. I was amazed by the amount of expensive gifts we received, as well as the cash.

So things are like this when you get married? You can really start a good life with your partner with the help of the guests' gifts.

"Always be careful dear. Visit us when you have time," Mom said while stroking my hair.

"Be happy," Dad uttered beside her.

"I will...”

I'll try Dad.

"Let's go?" my husband asked before he held out his hand to me.

I hesitated at first to reach out my hand to him. We haven't talked since the wedding ended; he just asked me if I liked anything when we ate at the reception. I was a little taken back when he slowly pulled me closer and wrapped his hand around my waist.

"We're going," he politely said a goodbye to my parents.

I didn't say a word until we got in the car.

"Uhmmm. C-Can I know where your condo is?" I asked.

He started operating his car. "Put your seatbelt on," he commanded that I immediately complied.

"My condo is in Makati," he added, answering my question.

I did not speak again. While on our way to his place, I suddenly felt tired. I couldn't help falling asleep.