100 Days With Mr Romero

The day has finally arrived, my wedding day, it felt really weird saying it, felt really weird thinking it and just living it was almost fictional. The fact that everyone was out there waiting for me only increased my anxiety the more. I could barely sleep last night, I was up filled with thoughts.

Last night Gideon had gone out with his friends for a little bachelorette party they were throwing him, while Lily and Olivia had come over for some ladies time.

“Oh, Lily I’ve got chills.” I finally voiced out.

“They’re multiplying!” she replied in a singsong voice. “And I’m losing control, cause the power you’re supplying, it’s electrifying. Sing along babe!”

“No Lily stop.” Palming my head, sometimes I ask myself where how she ever got to be my best friend. “I am not singing the song. I really have got chills. I can feel all the hairs on my skin standing, I’ve got cold feet.”

“Oh, you’re serious.” She got up from the chair which she had been sitting on by the door and walked over to me. “What for darling? You look beautiful.”

“Not my looks Lily.” I sighed, looking back at the mirror. My makeup was done by a professional, but my hair was done in Lily, she had packed braided, rolled and pinned it at the top of my head, letting two little curls down at each side of my head. I had gone for a nude makeup, nothing too much, so it comes off looking natural. “Look at me dressed up like a princess, in few hours I will be tying the knot with Gideon. It all just seems so surreal to me. I’m excited, yet scared at the same time, do you understand?”

“Oh, it’s just the pre-wedding jiggles.” she gave a low chuckle rubbing my shoulders gently in a circular motion. “Don’t let it get to you, chill.”

“Pre-wedding jiggles?” I questioned.

“Yeah, yunno, I see it all the time in all this romcom movies, where you start to question if you’re making the right decision, the tickling feeling in your fingers that brings up worries? Don’t let it get to you, shove all those feelings up your ass, just ignore it, it’s normal, you’ll be fine,” she assured.

“You sure?” I didn’t feel fine to be honest, but people do say the human mind is really powerful, keep saying it till you believe it.

“Of course I’m sure,” she said in a ‘Durrh’ manner. “Now wipe that look off your face, this is your wedding day, be happy, smile.” she poked my side.

“OK.” I smiled brightly at the mirror, showing my full set of teeth.

“Urrgh! Don’t smile too much, what are you, Pennywise the dancing clown?” she made a silly face behind me which I could see from the mirror. “Or you might scare your groom away.”

“Ha ha, very funny Lily.” I rolled my eyes.

A light knock was heard by the door and it was pushed open, Ciara poked her head in. “It’s time,” she said. I thought she would walk out, but she stared at me for awhile. “Uh… You look beautiful.” She added and walked out.

“Wow,” Lily said. “Did the Devil’s mistress just give you a compliment? Should I be worried?”

I was surprised myself, but there was something about Ciara’s compliment that made my feel ten times better, something about it that pushed my confidence up. “Well, you heard her.” I could hear the intro tune already. “Fuck, I’m really getting married today. It feels so weird, but in a good way.” I smiled and stood up. “Let’s go, I’m ready.”

The procession would start from the bridesmaids, who will go out first, Lily leading them, then I would follow behind with my Dad.

I could see my mother at the front pew, with my brothers and little sister, Gideon’s parents were sitting up front to, my eyes moved slowly to Gideon. He stood before the priest, dressed in a black tuxedo, looking more handsome than ever, once our eyes locked it was hard to look away, he smiled as I slowly approached with my father.

The procession seemed to take forever even though it wasn’t even up to a minute, my father handed me over to Gideon with a bright smile on his face, before walking back to take his position back at his sit.

I smiled up at Gideon, but looked down immediately blushing, something about the way he looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful woman. His loving gaze made me ten times feel better about myself, I felt beautiful, to be admired so strongly by the most beautiful man I have ever set my eyes on was a heavenly feeling.

“Brethren, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Miss Emmalia Johnson and Mister Gideon Brynch,” The priest announced.

Soon, it was time to exchange wedding vows.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I, Emmalia Johnson, take thee, Gideon Brynch to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ’til death do us part, according to God’s ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my troth,” I said as I held his hands, slowly putting the ring in his ring finger. I could hear Lily give a low whistle behind me, we had practiced the wedding vows last night and I just thank the Lord I didn’t forget the lines.

“I Gideon Brynch, take you Emmalia Johnson, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.” By the end of his vow I was nearly in tears, compared to his vow mine looked like ‘Plain Betty’. His voice had carried so much emotions, I was touched.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said. “You may kiss the bride.”

“Finally,” Gideon said making everyone laugh. He moved forward grabbing my cheek gently, he lowered his lips to mine. Everyone stood up in cheers and before I knew, I was swept off my feet as Gideon carried me out. My eyes crossed Ciara as Gideon carried me out, she had a sad smile on her face, and I suppose I should have a little empathy, but today was my wedding day, I wasn’t going to worry.