The bride saunters down the vaulted aisle.
The white, tenuous, veil sweeps the floor as she grips the bouquet of white roses.
Dozens of eyes are glued on her, the guests gazing at her with awe. But she's not paying attention to them. Her stare is fixed on the floor
She suddenly looks up and her blue sparkly eyes meet mine.
That catches me off guard.
Plus, I don't like the way she's looking at me.
I swiftly glance away.
When I look her way again, she's still staring at me.
This is weird.
I know we're getting married today but can she cut the crap with that 'staring game'?
She's obviously trying to dupe me. Trying to make me fall for her. I mean, she's smoking hot. Her blue sparkly eyes. Her long, soft, golden hair. Her tiny waist. Her perky breasts. Who wouldn't fall for that? And to make matters even worse for the male gender, how gorgeous does that lacy gown look on her?
It's like… It was just meant for her…
God! Now I'm the one that's staring!
I glance away for a moment.
She finally gets to the chancel, where the priest and I are standing. I take her hand in mine.
Still, she can not to take her eyes off of me.
You also can't seem to take your eyes off of her!
And, what is this feeling in my stomach? And the rapid racing of my heart? Is it because she's so close to me now?
The priest sets the ceremony in motion.
For some reason, I grab this opportunity to scan her properly. Trying to find a fault in her… Anything…
But I fail miserably…
She's even more beautiful when she's zero steps away. Her skin is glowing and a bit tanned. She has pouty, luscious lips with a beauty spot just above the edge of her mouth.
Her face breaks into a smile, her eyes squinting a little.
My heart leaps.
I'm so taken by her that I almost forget It's my turn to read my vows.
I can't seem to find my words.
I clear my throat.
"Anna," I rub the back of her hand gently, staring deep into her eyes.
"You're a blessing. An angel. The best thing that has ever happened to me. God! I'm crazy about you. I can't wait to sleep right next to you after a long day and wake up with you in my arms every morning. I can't believe the universe chose to give an ordinary man like me an angel like you! I don't deserve you… But you're the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with… And that's why I want to make you mine…"
For a moment there, I'm totally lost in her blue eyes.
I glance away and sigh before I fix my eyes on her again. I peck the back of her hand.
" I promise to love you, cherish you, take care of you, protect you but most of all, I promise to make you happy for the rest of our days on earth. Till death do us part."
Her flawless face breaks into a dazzling smile.
My heart does that leap again.
"With the power vested in me," announces the priest. "I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
I grab her waist, her bosom pressing on my chest. Her hands tangle around my neck, our eyes boring into each other's. I draw her tighter and closer to me as I plant a kiss on her lips.
Her lips are soft and smooth.
I kiss her slowly and gently, grabbing her tiny waist. The kiss deepens as she rakes her fingers through my hair.
The world stops for a moment and it's just the two of us.
The only sound loud enough is the beating of my heart.
I suddenly pull away.
We stare at each other for a moment.
In a flash of light, the gun roars.
A bullet goes straight to my back.
I fall on the ground.
The movie director, Barry, bellows.
"That was terrible!!!"
Barry scowls at the both of us when the bride gets on her feet.
"The kiss was great but Ansel, why did you pull away? You were not supposed to pull away from the kiss till you get shot! We are taking that kissing scene again!"
Barry is one of those humans that are allergic to the word "No" for some reason.
But I don't want to kiss this girl again.
I don't like the way she makes me feel.
I don't like what her smile does to my heart.
I don't like the way my stomach tilts when she's close to me.
How am I going to say all this to Barry?
"Sasha, fix her make up a little. We're doing another take!" Barry orders.
I watch as Sasha pats powder on the bride's face.
"No!" I blurt out.
Everyone turns to look at me like I'm crazy.
"I'm not doing another take!"
"Ansel, Jokes and work don't mix!"
"I'm not joking. I'm serious, Barry. I don't want to retake the scene.!"
He crosses his arms against his chest.
"I just don't want to kiss her!"
I can feel the girl's stare fixed on me but I can't bring myself to look at her.
I'm glad I did this. She obviously hates me now and thinks I'm an asshole.
Barry shrugs. "What do you mean you don't want to kiss her, Ansel? Is it uncomfortable or what?"
It's not uncomfortable. Her lips make me uncomfortable.
But how can I tell Barry that?
"No!" I resist. "I just don't want to kiss her. Bring another actress! I don't want to kiss this one."
She stares at me, pain flickering in her eyes. She takes a step close to me and whispers harshly,
"Just so you know, you're a horrible kisser, Asshole!"
She storms off the scene, her veil fanning in the air.
She hates me!