Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

Chapter Forty-Five

True to his word, after thirteen days, I am already outside the church wearing a boho-inspired designer wedding dress with an embroidered lace bodice. A strappy back and a flowing A-line chiffon skirt with a daring front split are the highlights of this dress.

Deus is against this gown because, according to him, it shows too much skin, but this is what I want to wear.

We had a long argument about this. In the end, I threatened him that I would not attend our wedding if I did not wear this, and he agreed. I had the last laugh. He doesn't have a choice anyway.

 

My long veil is being fixed and in a few more minutes I'm finally going to walk down the aisle towards the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

I am holding a beautiful wedding bouquet. My heartbeats are in a race. I am feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Three hundred guests are waiting for me to walk in, and that is a hell of a lot of people.

 

The entourage started.

 

I can hear the violins, and the sound alone is already making me cry.

I am trying so hard to control my tears because I don't want to ruin my make-up this early.

 

The wedding coordinator is perfectly doing her job. When they gave me the signal that it was finally my time to walk, I suddenly felt a different type of excitement. This moment is a once in a lifetime event and I will cherish every moment of it.

 

Three people are helping with my gown.

 

They are making sure I look okay.

 

"Smile, this is your day. Don't be too anxious, "I said, talking to myself. I take a deep breath and smile.

"Ready?" my wedding coordinator asked, and I happily smiled at her.

 

Then the people left me alone, and after a minute, the big wooden door flung open, revealing me to the people. I can see anything clearly.

I heard the people gasp and clap.

When my eyes finally adjusted to everything, I could see a lot of people looking at me, but one of them really grabbed my attention and stood out.

 

My soon to be husband is lovingly looking at me. I can see Tres giving him a tap on his shoulder. Tres is his best man.

 

The sound of the violin is making everyone emotional.

 

I started walking slowly.

I am looking straightly at the man wearing a black tuxedo in front of me. He is smiling at me, and his eyes spark differently as he also looks at me.

After a minute, he started crying, causing my tears to also fall on their own.

Damn Deus, his cry makes me cry.

 

In the middle of the aisle, my parents are waiting for me. I stopped walking and they kissed me. They are crying too. They cling to my arms with their arms and accompany me to continue walking.

"You look so pretty, Ellie. You made me remember how your mom looked in her wedding dress." Brent whispered to me.

"Thank you, Dad," I said.

 

He might not be my biological father, but he makes me feel like I am his own. I am glad that he is here to be my father. He makes me feel complete.

 

We continued walking till we reached the altar. Deus kissed my mom's cheek and shook my dad's hand.

"Please take care of her, Deus." My mom is crying so hard.

 

"We are entrusting you with our only daughter." My dad gave my hand to Deus and he gladly accepted it, and he also kissed it before we finally stood in front of the Pastor.

 

"You look gorgeous, love. You made me cry, "he whispered.

"You look handsome too, hubby." I complimented him

 

Then the ceremony started. My tears keep on falling while I am attentively listening to the pastor. I am too overwhelmed and just so happy.

 

Deus is trying to calm me by softly caressing my hand. Imagine having him for the rest of my life. That's awesome.

 

"You may say your vows." The Pastor turned to Deus, and he took a deep breath and started saying his vows while his eyes were looking straight at mine.

 

"Love, the first time I saw you, there was really something that made me want to be with you. A lot of things happened and it seemed like the world always wanted us to be apart, but we won the battle against it. I love you from afar. I love you when I never got to touch you. I love you when all I can do is travel for several hours just to catch a glimpse of you. I love you when I don't have the assurance that I will see you again, and I promise to love and cherish you more now that I am already standing in front of you. " He is smiling at me, but tears are flowing from his cheeks.

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