Seinna's pov:
The man smiles at me. His eyes dark brown like rich chocolate crater with the center filled with black abyss that has no end. I feel myself drawn in to that abyss as I stare more.
The priest taps the mic loudly making me snap back to the present moment. We stand facing the guests then.
The priest starts chanting the prayers then the vows. Everyone in the guests present whispering with smile, giving attention to us.
Despite this, I can't stop being conscious about the man beside me. He stands there like he does this everyday. Me on the other hand, I try to stay calm and act normal.
My hands shake and I flinch as I feel a hand behind my waist, snaking up around it and pull me closer towards my groom.
I gasp and give him a sharp glare for a second to which he flaunts a smirk. Oh, I got my first no sign. I hate that smirk so much.
After the prayer is done the priest asks us to read out our vows. We turn towards each other. He takes both of my hands in his and locks his gaze with mine.
The priest calls for the groom to go first. My husband smile warmly, his thumb brushing softly over my hand.
"I, Dante Klair Mariano, take, Ms. Sienna Von Claire as my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be with her through all hardships that we may ever come across, through sickness or poverty, any inconvenience possible. I vow to love her and care for her till the death do apart us."
His words make my brain foggy. I shudder and clench my jaws, gripping his hands. The heartbeats ringing in my ears make me fall deaf to thee priest calling my name.
He leans in and whispers politely. "It's your turn." And squeeze my hands a bit.
Gathering myself, I recite the words I prepared for like a 100 times. Yet as I open my mouth nothing comes out. My throat drying up in a blink of an eye.
"I-.. I, Seinna Von Claire... take-." I take another deep breathe trying to stay conscious. I try again.
"I, Sienna Von Claire, lawfully take Dante Klair Mariano, as my husband and I promise the same. I promise to love and be with him till my last breath."
I spurt out whatever comes to my mouth first. As soon as I finish, I realize that I have messed up my lines. But nobody in the crowd seems to care about it.
Then we exchange our rings. He slides the ring on my finger carefully like my hand is a delicate glassware.
I stare at precious stone shining on my finger for a good second before looking up at him. The audience claps.
Now only one thing is left, the kiss!
I feel my adrenaline rushing and gushing all around my body. My first kiss will be gone to the man I don't love.
A moment later the priest announces loudly. "You may kiss the bride." And without a further Dante pulls me closer by my waist.
His right hand holding my jaw delicately. Other hand on my waist. He turns me slightly away from facing the guests and whispers.
"It will be a light peck." And smooches my lips, pulling my even closer. I feel his lips pressed against my lips but he is not over doing it.
The crowds goes wild with cheers and clapping. A few seconds later, he pulls away. He turns to face the crowd leaving me feeling restless, dizzy and overwhelmed.
Julia hands me the bouquet and nudges to throw it. I turn my back towards the guests and randomly throw back throw bouquet.
Upon hearing the giggles and laughters, I conclude it to someone caught the bouquet. I turn around back and stand facing the crownd with Dante.
He holds me by my waist, supporting me from back and leads me down the stage straight towards exit. We walk down the aisle and out of the hall.
His words play in my mind on repeat. I know it's fake and it kind of hurts. In a span of time we are standing infront of his car.
He opens the passenger side door for me. Without a thought I get in. He walks back to the driver's seat and starts the engine.
He drives swiftly around the city towards his house. The whole is as silent as Buddhist temple. Only thing that could was the sounds of cars honking, busy roads, people on the road or everything that is outside the car and the soft humming of the car's engine.
We speak no words to each other. Once in a while he glances at me but then goes back to focusing on road. My gaze fixed on everything but him.
I sit there and imagine about every possible situation that could happen after we reach his house.
I'm too tired and exhausted to do anything. And on top of that I don't know how to feel with this guy.
His chill and calm attitude is icking me off. I pull out my phone from my purse and start searching for some food related videos.
Food heals. A good food can lift up mood. I strongly stand by this line.
He takes a peek at my phone. He smiles. A moment he pulls at a luxury restaurant's parking area.
He speaks nothing just haults the car and come out towards my side. I blink in confusion.
Bending a bit he knocks lightly on my window. "Do you want to get the dinner?"
I frown and tilt my head side ways. I admit I'm hungry but did he just take the hint from me watching food as me being hungry? I'm impressed.
But maybe not. Maybe he himself is hungry and it's just for formality. Regardless I get off the car and take his hand in mine.
We walk into the restaurant and people immediately turn to look at us. I mean we are literally in our wedding fits of course people are going to look.
He gets us a private seat so we can enjoy privacy. The waitress shows us the way to our seat.
Our seat is located inside a room. We walk in and my eyes open wide. The room is decorated beautifully. It's a candle night theme.
The table and seat in the middles of the room, the curtains tied by the edges of the window letting the moonlight illuminate the room. Pretty designer candle holder placed on the table in the center of it.
Balloons floating on the floor, the lights dim, glowing faint rose gold, the table and seats with dressing over it. It's simple yet cute.
My head turns to him. He looks at me, holds my hand and pulls me closer. With a smile and he caresses my cheek. "Do you like my little surprise for you?"
My heart stops, throat dries up and a shock runs down my spine. I don't know how to comprehend the feeling I'm feeling. But why did this man do this for me? Is it really real or is it my imagination?
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To be cont.....