MIRANDA'S POV
I was led to the stand by my father dressed in the most horrible wedding dress to cross the history of man. It had been picked by the lady, Jessica. As she clearly was determined to make certain my day was ruined. As I walked past the guests on the aisle, I could hear their silent giggles. They clearly thought I looked ridiculous in that dress and for one thing I was certain. They were right.
This dress was clearly something worn in the early 70's and had really huge puffs that I felt ashamed of. I was going to survive it as I assured myself that I was not going to think of this as a wedding or a marriage because it was only a contract. Someday in future, I shall be married to a person I choose and then, I shall rectify this shame.
My father handed me to Lambert, and he took my hand. Man, he looked really astonishing like something pulled out of Forbes magazine. We stood before the elder as we were wed by werewolves laws of the old and new. It was sealed, I had become a slave to his whim. I had never before kissed a man in my life but here I was, losing my first kiss to a man I did not know. The pain of the stain was unbearable and I had to find a way to make up for my lack of comfort.
The whole event lasted until the night and then my stepfather came up to bid me goodbye.
"You just be safe, Miranda." He said to me,
I frowned as I hugged him before whispering in his ears.
"Just know, as soon as I am free of all of this, I shall find you and make you pay." I said and then walked to the lady that was waiting for me.
Jessica led me all the way back to my bedroom before she turned to me angrily.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" She suddenly asked me.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I do not know what you speak of." I said politely.
"How did it feel to kiss my man?" She demanded.
"Huh?" I muttered in confusion as she walked up to me.
"If you actually think that you can ruin what we have going on for years, trust me lady, you're definitely a jester." The cruel lady that had been forced to be on my bridal train said to me,
"I'm not trying to..." I began.
"Oh please, then why are you here? Why didn't you at least try and kill yourself?" She questioned me.
"It's not my fault, okay? Its..." I started to speak yet the lady would not let me finish.
"It's what? The moon goddess? Fate? The contract? Listen, lady. I don't actually care whichever you intend to blame but if you think that I would sit back and watch you let some ancient nonsense ruin my life, then you are joking." She said to me.
Suddenly, the door opened and he walked in. I had been looking rather defeated as I sat down in my wedding dress and looked up at my husband helplessly. Perhaps, he would have something to say to me or my assailant but there seriously was nothing much he would do.
"Everything alright here?" He asked, noticing the rather pensive atmosphere between them. Even a dead person could tell the coldness around them.
"Oh Lambert, nothing really. I was just informing Miranda here of our code of conduct. Wasn't I, Miranda?" She asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Um, she was..." I started again.
"Come now, Jessie. Let's talk." Lambert said, interrupting me yet again as he opened the door for Jessica who walked past him in the most seductive manner.
Seriously, could someone allow me to finish a sentence for once in this place? They seemed to have started every bit of the conversation and ended it all by themselves. I stood up and started off to the mirror as I stared at my reflection still in my wedding dress. I was supposed to be smiling right? I had been told by my nurse once that it was bad luck for a bride to let her face fall on her wedding night. I had to force the smile to show on my face but looking now at it, I could tell it was a fake smile. My eyes had the hollows of sadness in them.
Perhaps, everything would turn out for the best and I would be able to sort things out once I might have gotten used to him. I stared down at my wedding dress and was about trying to reach for the interlocks which was rather hard when the door opened and shut again.
It was Lambert, my newly wedded husband.
"You're still in that dress?" He asked me.
"Um, I was just trying to reach for..." I started to say progressively when I was interrupted again.
"Allow me." He said to me,
He came up behind me and began undoing the interlocks. The moment he finished the last one, he swirled me around as I caught my dress by the front so as not to let it fall off. I was beginning to slowly look up at him when I saw it, the bold stain of red lipstick on his lips and not to say the least, the strong scent of her perfume. I did not know what exactly to think right now but I would have to overlook it, right?
"Oh Miranda, you're so beautiful. I just hope that the son you give me would have your eyes." He said to me as he started leading me backwards to where the bed was.
I could not say anything or do anything. What was I thinking right now? That my husband dearest had just been in the arms of another woman? How could I correlate the facts behind the entire scenario? And now, he had made it clear that all he wanted from me was a son. That was all he cared about with me, to produce his heir. How cruel of him? How cruel is fate and the moon goddess? How stupid of my step father to have made that one mistake that had led him to our doorsteps?
To think that before all of this, I had already been packed up for Paris. It had just been one night and I could have caught the flight when he made his mistake.
"Let it fall, Miranda." Lambert said to me.
I had not realized that I still clutched my wedding gown so tightly. I only took a moment but then found that there was nothing I could do as she let it fall. He watched it carefully with steady eyes like he was mirroring the entire scenario. He tore off the bra tapes that had been used to hold my breasts in place for my gown as he signaled for me to step away from the mass of her wedding gown. I stepped out of it. Standing bare before him, in nothing but my panties as he slowly led me to the bed.
I laid down right there as I heard that sound of him undoing his belts and undressing. I could not even look at him right now as all I could picture was the image of the cruel woman, Jessica all over him.
Suddenly, he came right on top of me as he initiated the kisses. A teardrop fell from my eyes to the sides wetting the pillow beneath me. The strong feeling of nausea and disgust swept all over me now that he was touching me. I felt helpless and stared at the ceiling for whatever bit of comfort it might have for me. I probably would have to travel out of this moment and find a way around all that I was feeling.
Then he began kissing his way down slowly and sending me into a conflict of emotions. I wanted this with him. I wanted to imagine the bliss of marriage with him and this was a conflicting emotion to her feeling of disgust. Lambert had found my panties and slowly slid them off me as he parted my legs. He had positioned his knob in readiness for a penetration and I had to brace myself.
The moment he pushed into me, I felt the sudden sharp pain as I drew away. I had not expected it to be this way.
He was shocked.
"Wait, are you a virgin?" He asked me.