Seinna's pov:
Today is a bright day with a fine weather, perfect for picnic, going out, dates, everything but for a wedding!
The guest have already started coming in, the wedding hall is filled with people. Laughters and chit-chats can be heard everywhere.
The hall is decorated beautifully with flowers, curtains and candles. The aroma of wine and pastries has filled the air.
However, I'm not there to witness it. Instead I'm in my changing room surrounded by 4 5 middle aged women who are helping me to get ready.
It's the most important day of my life and I have to look the best of myself. Yes, I'm getting married. Is it as per my liking? No. But will I go through it? Yes.
The bride's maids are busy getting ready themselves. It's busy in here and nobody has a minute to waste. I wonder if the groom's side is going through the same.
"Would you like a glass of water?" My maid of honor, my girl bestie, Julia smiles at me with a tired expression.
I give her small nod which she takes as a yes and rushes to fetch me a glass of water. I watch her disappear around the corner holding her fluffy skirt of the gown.
She is not matching the dress with the bride's side. I made a special request to her to wear something that stands out so everyone knows that she is the maid-of-honor. Though she is still matching the lovely dusty pink colour.
She returns shortly with the water and hands me the glass the returns to the random sport to finish her touch up.
I sip the water carefully avoiding to interrupt the make up artist and ruin my makeup.
After 30 minutes or so she is done with my make up. I take a look in the mirror and gasp audibly. I look breathtaking.
Nothing too heavy nor too light. It's perfect. It enhances my features all while making me more beautiful.
Hearing my gasp people in the room turn to look at me and stand in awe as they take in my sight.
I blush and smile for a second but get interrupted by the hairdresser. She claps her hand and shoos away everyone back to their works.
This action of her made me remember my first grade teacher. I hope she is present to witness big day as well.
I chuckle to myself. The hairdress glares at me. "Stay still Girlie, we need to make you look jaw dropping."
She huffs and starts brushing my hair gently. As time goes by she turns my hair into a beautiful loose bride bun and tucks a pretty floral pin on the sides.
"This is beautiful. Thank you." I whisper softly feeling tired. She smiles back and moves away.
I wait for everyone else to finish their makeover, including the helpers. As soon we all are done, the bride's maids grab mini baskets of flower patels.
I have no idea why they have it but Julia said that it's a surprise for me. She herself helps me fix my veil and bridal tiara, making sure it stays in itself.
The sun sets with the time; the clock strikes 5:00 in the evening.
An old lady, who claims to be my supposed mother's friend, urges me to hurry to the altar. I slowly get up from my seat. As I take the first step forward I feel strong numbness on my legs making me plop back on the seat.
The old lady rushes back to my side to help me up. I am then supported by two sides as I drag my legs towards the door.
There I find my father standing, waiting for me. He doesn't shows much expression upon seeing me. His facial expression remains neutral like always.
I never expected him to smile at me in any condition but seeing his expression today made my heart thump for a second.
Did I expect this man to care for me? How foolish of me. He doesn't even know that I'm his own daughter.
I brush away the thoughts aside and focus my brain at the given subject that is in front of me, my wedding with a Devil.
I don't know him nor I expect him to be good to me. I'm just a scapegoat for a business contract for the masters of this family.
The truth that I hold very strongly in my heart and have promised to take to the grave remains with me.
I can never thank my wet nurse enough for this. She raised me when my own mother died yet the woman I now call as mother is not the one who gave birth to me.
Gently holding my hand, my father guides me to the wedding hall. The journey made me feel suffocated. None of us share a word until to the very end of the hall where he stops.
He looks at me with eyes that I can never read. "I can't give you the feeling as your own father but hope you will do this for everyone of us. As a member of family it's not wrong to make a small sacrifice."
I feel my breath stucking up in my throat. I want to run away, so far away that nobody could ever find me.
I hate this place, this family, this life.
He gives my hand a soft squeeze to bring me back to my sense. He probably noticed my face draining from his words. But can I blame him? He doesn't knows the reality himself.
"Ready?" He inquires. I take a deep breathe and nod. He nods back and guides me, leading me down the aisle.
As soon as we enter the hall, loud but pleasant musical tunes feel in my ears. I notice the guests stand up to welcome us.
My eyes scan the whole view infront of my eyes. The venue is even more beautiful than they explained to me.
We walk past the bride maids as they shower the flower patels. That's when I realize the use of the baskets. My cousin's daughter and son walk infront of us as the flower girl and boy. Julia walks behind us keeping my veil and gown proper on the floor.
I spot 3 photographers taking different angles of my entrance as well the venue.
Everyone cheers and claps for us. Finally the aisle ends and I find my standing infront of my altar where my father steps aside. I walk closer the man I am supposed to marry.
For the first time I give attention to his face. My eyes travel from his head to toe taking in all the information as much as possible.
This man, radiating with elegance and confidence, really chose me over Brianna. Good grief she chose my ex. Afterall dog and bitch go together.
I chuckle accidentally making my future husband hum in question. He takes a step closer and puts his hand forward for me to hold.
Lifting my shaky hand I put is down on his. He holds my hand firmly and for the first time I look up at him and make an eye contact.
I feel a weird sensation surging throughout my body in this close proximity. So this is the guy I'm going to spend the rest of my life?
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To be cont....