Trapped In The Alpha's Kingdom

The Perfect Day

The Perfect Day

The beautiful lime green dress looks so beautiful to wrap Lavelle’s petite body, the beautiful dress is studded with diamonds in emerald green and milk white shades that looks very sparkling under the luxurious Chandelier lights in the room. Lavelle’s sexy sleeves were also wrapped with a cape in the form of a silt sleeve, complemented by a beautiful jewelry that was also studded with small lime green diamonds—that day Lavelle looked more like a royal princess who was very beautiful and elegant in that wedding dress.

Lavelle’s long legs are even more beautiful when she wears a D’orsay in the same color as the wedding dress she is wearing, the light makeup on her face makes her look even more fresh like a Goddess. Liza and Daniela seemed to be going back and forth to tidy up some details of the dress that Lavelle was wearing, occasionally joking and laughing, Christelle was busy preparing a hair hood which had to be decorated with some fresh green flower stalks.

“You look so beautiful, so beautiful,” said Liza to her little sister.

“Liza, thank you for helping me so far. Thank you also for being behind me and cheering up my very weak self,” Lavelle replied.

“Please don’t cry, I’ve added some loose powder so the makeup on your face doesn’t smudge but please don’t cry now. Cry when you are in front of the priest who will wed the two of you.” Liza said a little sarcastically however, in a hoarse tone.

Lavelle laughed trying to hide her feelings.

“Look, you’ve grown so much and chose the right person to be your husband. Try to be a faithful wife,” Liza said once again while attaching a Dahlia flower-shaped clip to Lavelle's hair bun.

“Liza, thank you.”

“Stop saying thank you, you are so debilitating. Look, my little sister is getting married today, she looks so beautiful in this wedding dress, it makes me incredibly happy.” Now the tears really fell from Liza’s eyes, she hugged Lavelle’s shoulders with a happy smile but her tears kept falling.

“Liza, why are you crying” asked Lavelle in a confused tone, her eyes bloodshot wanting to cry too but, she couldn’t do it anymore.

“I’m crying because I feel so happy, my little sister is getting married,” Liza replied.

“Don’t cry, because later I will also feel so touched and ruin this makeup,” Lavelle whispered.

Liza tried to chuckle then wiped her own tears, looking back at Christelle. “Mom, is the hair hood finished? I think Lavelle should go to the altar already.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s right. The invited guests have arrived and the event will definitely start soon,” Christelle muttered.

Immediately Christelle and Daniela put the hair hood on Lavelle's head and helped Lavelle stand up and walk a little to get used to wearing the D'Orsay—even though these three days have been filled with practicing using the shoes, for a tomboy girl like Lavelle it took some time. to continue to get used to it.

“Take it easy, to go to the altar you will be accompanied by Uncle Samuel as guardian,” said Christelle, “It’s okay, right if you are just guardian with Uncle Samuel?”

“I feel fine, and I’m used to this,” Lavelle said.

“Please forgive me, honey. I never imagined it would turn out like this in the end,” said Christelle.

“I get it, Mom. And I’m used to it.”

***

A lively applause seemed to welcome Lavelle’s arrival who took the hand of a middle-aged man, Christelle’s older brother—as Martian’s surrogate guardian. Lavelle walked slowly with a bit of nervousness even her hands trembled while holding the flower. The few children behind who were helping Lavelle to lift the hem of the wide gown looked so happy they even smiled broadly when they received the applause—they were elves who had just turned five years old.

One more step they will arrive in front of the pulpit behind which already stands Elder Jun as a leader, elder, and who will become a priest. Theophile smiled as he greeted his beautiful and charming bride.

“Let’s start with a prayer, so that this wedding ceremony will run solemnly,” said Elder Jun.

And obediently all those present at the wedding immediately clenched their fists as well as Lavelle and Theophile. The two of them looked down at the same time as Elder Jun recited a prayer for several minutes. After the prayer, saying the sacred vows, and putting on the ring, Elder Jun asked Theophile to kiss the top of Lavelle’s head as a sign that he loved her so much and would always be by her side in good or bad.

“I’ve kept my word, sweetheart. Now please always be by my side,” Theophile said.

“I promise, I will,” Lavelle replied.

Another applause sounded quite boisterous, when Lavelle was asked by Christelle to throw the bouquet of flowers she brought, Lavelle just bit her lower lip feeling very nervous. However, Theophile immediately took Lavelle’s hand and motioned for her to do it together with him.

“We do it together,” Theophile whispered.

“Thank you.”

“I’m your husband now, stop feeling that you’re bothering me so much because I love you so much,” Theophile muttered.

In the end they both threw the bouquet of flowers soaring high and fell on a chair—a girl with red hair looked very awkward when she realized all eyes were on her with a round of applause. The girl looked very awkward especially when she realized the flower had landed on her lap.

“We hope you guys catch up soon, and get married soon,” Theophile said, “I’m sure you must have a handsome and well-established lover.”

After having fun at the altar, they immediately went out of the altar accompanied by several Elves who were so happy with their King’s wedding, they would go to a ballroom and enjoy some of the dishes served along with enjoying all the scenery that Dyovacko and Wynsley had prepared. After all, some of their distant relatives haven't fully arrived yet they still look very happy.

Lavelle wrapped her arms around Theophile’s left arm very tightly as if afraid of falling, Theophile realized that and very gently stroked Lavelle’s hand while smiling.

“It’s such a perfect day for me, Lavelle.”