"Arise, Elyna, it's your wedding day!" an excited Jeanne rushes into Elyna's bedroom, as she brings with her the extravagant bridal gown, brought in by one of Mr. Dubois' assistant "Elyna, the wedding is in three hours wake-up, it's your special day!" exclaimed Jeanne, strutting the curtains widely open, as the early morning sunshine bemoaned across the room, forcing Elyna to awake.
"Huh, already?" questions Elyna with her back on the bed with one eye slightly open and hands all stretched out as she is set to accept her new reality of being the wife to one of Paris's most powerful men.
"Yes, get up, and go shower, we already got some guests waiting for you" said Jeanne as she removed the duvet from Elyna's stride. "Guests? Who's waiting for me mom?" Questioned Elyna as she gets up from the bed and slides on her slippers, while perfecting her nightgown belt across her curvaceous waist.
"Mr. Dubois brang some of his assistants to ensure we got all the help needed in order to arrive on time for the wedding", responded an onrushing Jeanne as she pushed Elyna towards her room door, in anticipation of Elyna going to the bathroom, to prepare herself for the wedding.
As Elyna reaches the bathroom, she stares with her puffy eyes, at her reflection across the wide framed mirror with her left hand placed across the edge of the coral white basin, and questions if this is her new life that was beginning was worth taking, or should she rather take her life as her gaze dropped towards the palm of her right hand, where lay six sets of tablets, that originated from her mom's medication towards her stroke.
As she contemplated taking these drugs and ending it all, she couldn't bear the pain that she would cause her family, particularly her mom, Jeanne as her affection for her mom cannot be compared to anything else. She drops the drugs into the toilet that is located just across her right hand, and strikes the flushing handle with subtle aggression, as she proceeds to remove her gown from her body and struts towards the bathtub.
"Elyna, finish up, it's almost time we have to leave" instructed Jeanne from the bathroom door with the wedding gown placed on her left shoulder. "Okay, I'll meet you in my room" answered a teary Elyna with her voice below a whisper. As Elyna makes her way to the bedroom her mom hands her the wedding gown. "Here, cheer up, this is in our best interest " insists Jeanne as she notices Elyna's saddening visage. "Yes, mom I understand " replied a defiant Elyna as she recalled her parents' sayings as well as Raphael's plan of accumulating a small portion of Mr. Dubois' wealth. As she puts on the wedding gown, an ineffable feeling takes precedence over her, as she moves closer to terms of her new reality, her prison that could last a lifetime.
As Elyna and Jeanne make their way out of their home and into a black Maybach S-class with suede seats, with the assistance of Mr. Dubois' compliance. Her new reality settles within her consciousness as they drive to the destination of her new found fate.
"Elyna Blanc, do you accept Hugo Dubois as your lawful, wedded husband?" proceeded the priest with a firm gentle voice, as Mr. Dubois had accepted his set in the wedding vow procession.
Elyna stares at Mr. Dubois' big bugged-eyes, with her mind filled with total blankness, her conscious not at the present moment, as Jules gently ensures his hand has a firm grip on Elyna's right hand, her conscious has returned to the present moment and as she turns towards her dad's direction, she is met with a gentle smile on her parents' faces, and remembers this is all for the sake of her family, the people she loves most. "Yes,...I do" responds Elyna with a hesitant quirky voice that is met with a joyful cheer across the crowd. Mr.Dubois gently grabs Elyna by the neck and forces his lips onto his, as he is instructed by the Priest to embrace his new wedded wife, tears overtake her visage as she embraces Mr.Dubois lips onto hers.
As they are on their way to Mr.Dubois residence, in a royal white Rolls-Royce Cullinan,Mr.Dubois confronts Elyna, "Elyna,why were you tearing during our consecration?I'm not what you think I am.." affectionately conversed Mr.Dubois with a gentle voice below a whisper as each pair of his hands straddled across Elyna's back and lap, "I shared my love was with someone else" interrupted Elyna with aggression as she removed Mr.Dubois hands off her lap, although the warmth that Mr.Dubois hands offered Elyna made her feel a certain way,that she never experienced before.