Three Months later
Ares and I were standing on the aisle, facing each other, hands in hands. I was wearing a long and beautiful white gown with my hair tied into a stylish bun while Ares was wearing a classic black tuxedo.
"Do you, Ares Salvatore, take Alexia Ivanov as your—" The priest started but wasn't able to complete his sentence.
Both Ares and I cut him off, "—we do." The guests laughed at that. Ares smiled at me which I returned.
Clearing his throat, the priest continued, "Rings please?"
Ben came and gave us the rings before walking away after glaring warningly at Ares who smirked at him in response. He was trying to be a protective brother—how cute.
Ares and I slid the rings into each other's fingers without wasting time.
"You may now k—" The priest was again cut off
