Ch 2| Getting Married

27th September, 2002.

You're cordially invited to the uniting ceremony of Mr. Arthur Hellbrook and Ms. Clara Davidson in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

~ The Mexikanemi

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It is the big day today. In less than an hour, I am going to get married to none other than the Devil's minion on earth, Arthur. Oh how I wished to strangle his pretty little neck but alas I had bigger issues to handle.

A knock resonated in the bride room, where I was standing alone.

"Are you ready, Clara?" Micheal asked from outside the door. Micheal and Arthur were the same age, besides being cousins that is.

"Ye-yes, just a minute." I glance in the mirror and take a moment to adore the woman standing in a white and gold embroided gown with white fluffy feathers at the seams of the bottom of the dress The feathers were flutering in the air coming from the wall size open window on my left. My hair was done in a delicate bun, some loose tendrils falling on my face. I.. was looking beautiful.

"Clara, are you there? It's time." Micheal asked again. With a deep breath, I turned around. The view of the girl was starting to prick my eyes. The wedding day is supposed to be one of the best memories, with our fathers handing us over to the love of our lives, our mothers crying in the front row and the siblings cheering us on.

It was my wedding day, a dream but not the way I wanted it to be. I was getting married into the family of criminals. Papa won't be handing me over nor will mama be crying because, the very man that I am about to get married to, took them away from me. Forever.

Putting on an indifferent mask I opened the door and stepped out. Micheal's fist hung limply in the air just near my face. I flashed him a smile, which eased the frown on his face, into a smile. His eyes scanned me before putting forward his hand to me.

"Arthur is going to be blown out of his mind." Micheal commented beside me. I smiled, bittersweet feelings bubbling up.

Michael walked me outside to where the wedding was going to be held.

'A thousand years" started playing and I knew it was my turn to make an entry.

When I stepped down the isle, all eyes of the 100 guests were on me. I could see them all stand up and many of them twisting and turning their heads to get a glimpse of the bride, me. All the supposed partners and important people were there.

The thing I didn't understand was what, Santino Halliwell, Arthur's rival, was doing here. Keeping aside my curiousness I focused on the wedding.

We stopped once we reached the end of the aisle. I looked up.

Towering at the height of 6'4", in a classic black wedding suit stood in all his glory was my soon-to-be husband, Arthur.