Today, I’m finally getting married to the man of my dreams and my first love. I don’t rember when I first fell in love with him but for as long as I can rember, I’ve always been in love with him. I wasn’t certain whether it was because of pure good luck or ill-fated misfortune that my one-sided forbidden love would be fulfilled today after I have spent countless years yearning for my sister’s fiancé.
I’m not even sure where to start to describe all the pain, suffering, and misfortunes that I’ve had to deal with before reaching this mont. Dressed in a very expensive designer wedding dress with a white lacy veil covering my face, my hand tightened slightly around my father’s arm as I tried to stop my legs from shaking from the mix of nervousness and overwhelming excitent.
It just doesn’t feel real.
I didn’t dare close my eyes for too long in the fear that when I reopened them again, I would find out that everything about this wedding was just a sweet fantasy dream that I’d had countless tis before. Ever since I was a small girl, I had dreamt of my wedding day many tis before. Each ti, so details may have been different such as the dress that I had on or the place of our wedding, or how the ceremony would play out. However, the one thing that remained constant in all my dreams was the identity of my groom. I would always marry him and no one else.
“Don’t you dare ss this up, Dahlia...”
The deep voice that hissed those words grumpily to belonged to none other than my father. Without wanting to, I instinctively looked up into his face to see him glaring at with nacing eyes. I had always hated the way that he looked at as if I wasn’t human or simply sothing that shouldn’t have been born. Even on this day, I had hoped that he would feel even a shred of thankfulness that I was here and once again doing his bidding for the sake of saving our family na and face.
Before my thoughts and mood would turn dark, I decided to face straight ahead and simply ignore him. In all the dreams that I had of my wedding, I walked proudly down the aisle to where my handso groom was waiting for alone. My father was never by my side just like he is now and there were more than a few good reasons for that.
“Thirty seconds and the doors will open. Please don’t forget to smile and don’t forget to kick the skirt of your dress each ti you take a step forward,” one of the staff from the wedding organizer team reminded before showing a bright smile.
“Thank you...” I replied in a soft whisper as I nodded my head slightly in acknowledgnt.
Of course, the last thing I wanted was to fall flat on my face at such a key mont like this. Although I knew that this was a wedding of convenience and necessity, I didn’t let it weigh too much on my mind. For soone as unlucky and unfortunate as , just standing here with the chance to marry the man of my dreams felt like more than I could have ever asked for. They say it takes two to tango and that made wonder for a split second if my groom-to-be was fine with marrying .
‘They’ll have to. With all that they’ve done, they won’t have any other choice...’
My father’s words and the rage in his eyes ca back to as I was reminded of his response when I asked him if the groom and his family would really be fine with . He didn’t tell that they would be fine with it, but it may be true that just like , they also didn’t really have a choice in the matter anymore. Without this wedding, our families and all the wealth and position that we hold may really fall apart after so many generations of success.
It was a wedding for both of our survival.
“3...2...1. Best of luck!” the staff mber said to signal my queue to enter the church.
Snapping out of my deep thoughts, the vivid sights and sounds of the situation around ca back to again. I quickly realized that two n dressed in polite black suits were already pushing open the luxuriously decorated large double door of the church where I would make my entry with my father. The band was already playing the wedding march to signal the entry of the bride and that bride was .
Suddenly, the dress that I had on felt too tight around the chest and waist, and the high heel shoes that I had on felt so uncomfortable. My father tugged on my arm slightly to urge to take a step forward into the church where all the honorable guests were waiting to witness my wedding and the eventual joining of our families.
This isn’t just about . Although it was supposed to be, this isn’t for my family. This is for my twin sister...and for !
This is for you, Dina.
I love you, Dina. Thank you for always loving and being there for .
The light from the spotlights that shone down on to highlight my entrance into the church felt blinding. It felt quite relieving in a strange way that I wasn’t able to see the many spectators gathered in the church to witness our wedding. Relatives that shunned almost all my life, business partners who only wanted to benefit from my family’s social standing, and unknown reporters and mbers of the press. Cara flashes went off as I tried my best to plaster a beautiful smile on my face while feeling thankful that my face was still partially obscured by the veil that I had on.
The walk down the aisle felt unreal, and each step felt like I was walking on clouds. Most of that was because I could barely feel my legs under anymore. I cursed silently as I trained my eyes to stare forward as my mind wondered why the church had to be so large and the walk to my groom so long.
--To be continued...
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