All preparations were made, the bride was prepared and thirty minutes to the wedding, Alix was taken down to the parking ground. Because their was paparazzi on ground, she was surrounded by bodyguards at every angle to prevent any pictures of her wedding gown from being leaked.
It was a privilege for those that had paid money to cover the ceremony. They had gone so far as to have Third knife hold an umbrella over her head to prevent any drones from getting lucky.
When she arrived, to her surprise, there was a horse carriage waiting along with her husband. He was wearing a white suit and his hair had been straightened, falling back. One strand had been left hanging down to his forehead. He looked so regal, handsome, dashing and bewitching.
He was everything she had ever dreamed her husband would be and she wanted to forget everything and just throw herself into his arms.
"Aaah..." Alix squealed in a small mosquito like voice. "Oh my God, what is this?"
