Love Is Worth A Billion Dollars!

The gown fits me like a glove accentuating my curvaceous body from all the right angles. I don’t think I have ever looked in the mirror and stared at myself for so long. I look so different... so beautiful, I don’t look like the old me, Depressed, filled with hatred, and somewhat hollow. This is the new me. The start of a new beginning with a new me and the beginning of a beautiful life that I’ll treasure and never let the small tint of darkness taint it. Never.  I love how the bust of the dress has a pearl work in it, beaded and covered in pearls and golden sequins take over the gown from the waist until it reaches the knee and mixes with the red ombre with huge ruffles that cover almost all of the floor. The trail of the dress reaches further behind and I feel like a celebrity on the red carpet or as if I had become the queen of the world suddenly. I am the queen though. His queen. The dress is backless with buttons and beadworks following through it and the sleeves are huge and puffed in the color of satin gold.     I wonder how would he react when he sees me in this bridal gown walking in the aisle with him. I wonder how he would look in his groom’s suite. Handsome and dashing as ever, I’m sure.  This is f*****g exciting. He made my life freaking exciting from the moment I walked inside his life and it’s the good kind of excitement. Who the heck ever thought someone like me could get the whole world and even end up with a beautiful family in exchange for all the sins I’ve ever committed? A huge veil is being carried up to my head and Amanda tugs in my hair. It’s a satin lavish veil, it alone costs a fortune! But boy that’s the perk of being a billionaire’s fiancée and now a bride. Although I am ready to go and live in the slums as long as it's him, I am f*****g going anywhere.      “My oh my! Dear look at you, you look so gorgeous, the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen”. I blush at her compliment. My blush deepens my rosy cheeks and the light make up that Mellow, that makeup artists guy had done, he specifically went for a bold red lipstick but it looks alluring as if he was trying to make my first night special because Isaac loves it when I wear red and I look like a f*****g goddess today. Tessa walks in the room mumbling about something and as soon as she looks at me she drops her phone and as well as her jaw. “Oh, my f*****g gosh! What my eyes fell upon, is that true? Am I hallucinating? You look like a freaking goddess”, she sprints closer to me and touches my dress, my hair, lifts my chin, smoothens my curls the ash-blonde mass that hangs above my waist. I take her hand that’s on my hair and pull her in for a hug. “You’ve finally made it, haven’t you?”, she says sobbing, her head buried on my shoulder. “We’ve finally made it, i***t,” I say releasing her from the hug and taking her hands in my hand, “We’ve finally made it to our happily ever after.” “You’re finally getting married, I can’t believe it. We won’t be leaving together anymore, we wouldn’t be getting after each other’s ass anymore.”, she says sobbing and I hug her again. I rub at my face and my face is wet with tears I didn’t realize had been falling. “We won’t be getting after other people’s asses too”, I say sobbing ”you don’t be so emotional you’re moving in with Harry too and your makeup is ruined b***h, you don’t come to your best friend’s wedding like that”. “Yeah true, can’t ruin that, nope,” she says fixing her ruined mascara, “you’re sobbing too, I need to fix your make-up too”. We laugh at each other’s ruined makeup. “I’ll miss you and I love you,” I say hugging her once more. “I’ll miss you too and I love you always”, she says. “Oh, you girls! You got me all emotional too”, Amanda the 45-year-old caretaker sobs, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Tessa and I look at each other and hug the caretaker who has become more than a family in the past 8 months. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~~ The sea is glittering with the colorful elegant lightning that had been placed by the aisle. The warm glow of the sun adds to the shining golden lights decorate throughout the beach. The aisle is filled with the sweet fragrance of roses, dark red roses are filled throughout the pillars behind adding a romantic and warm vibe to the ambiance. As I walk through the crowd of people with my bridesmaid, all the heads turn towards me with appreciation and some eyes filled with jealousy. Good for them! Envy me and the life I’ve been finally blessed with. The crowd adds another colorful glam altogether, with colorful gowns of women, the laughter of children, and men wearing suits. I love everything about today. But this is not what I’ve been looking for. This not what my eyes are yearning to see.  My eyes are yearning to see the man who made this day special, who made my life special, who colored my life with colorful roses and replaced my darkness with his light. Isaac. But a certain part of me is anxious today, nervous as if something’s going to go terribly wrong. Today. Everything happens for a reason Arianna, and it necessarily doesn’t always happen for our best but it happens because we deserve it, and when it does happen, accept it with open arms.   My dad’s words echo in my ears and I know he’s with me somewhere supporting me, with me. I wish he would walk me to the aisle at my wedding. I wish he could. I wish he were with me. Alive. I walk and walk desperately to meet his ocean eyes and from the distance I finally see him. His ocean eyes devouring my grey eyes. I walk faster and faster until I am finally standing beside him. “Can’t wait to meet your lover on your wedding day?”. “Husband i***t!”, I laugh.  One look at him and my heart pace fasten, his standing there looking so gorgeous that I could stare at him all day. Forever. He is looking at me with equal yearning devouring every inch and my body lights on fire. A tear rolls down his face and my heart melts with his reaction. I wish I could kiss him, right now! I can’t stop my own tears. He comes closer to me and places a lingering warm kiss on my forehead.  He holds my hands in him and the Church Father starts reciting prayers. “The groom may kiss the bride now”, the reverend says and a loud buzz sprung out in the air defeaning my ears with the noise and a bullet pierces through my stomach. Blood starts sprouting out my stomach and for the next few minutes, all I feel is pain, but not that of the bullet but that of my heart. Everything happens for a reason Arianna, and it necessarily doesn’t always happen for our best but it happens because we deserve it, and when it does happen, accept it with open arms. I know dad, I know I deserved it. I look at Isaac, he’s holding the gun close to my stomach as the bullet pierced through my flesh. The pain is excruciating and I don’t think I can bear it for long. I am looking into his ocean eyes, the eyes I fell for. I fall back in the air but my body never reaches the ground. He holds me and although I feel everything is tearing apart in front of my eyes, my dreams falling apart, I am happy. I could still live and be alive for the last 8 months in 21 years of my life. Teardrops shed from my eyes but his teardrops are the ones that fell from his eyes. His ocean eyes are blurry with tears and he holds me close to his chest, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry” he sobs in the crook of my neck. I just stare at him. He knows it. He finally does. I give him a last smile, a true smile.  Tessa rushes in from the crowd and takes me in her arms. “Call the ambulance, please, nothing will happen to you”, she screams frantically, hugging me and rubbing my hands. I absorb all the faces for one last time and look at my best friend, “I won’t be able to make it anyways, it’s okay”, my chest tightens and blood is sprouting through my body more than ever sticking on my hands, on my gown, on my wedding. “Please don’t say this, you can’t leave me,” she says bowling her eyes out and hugging me. They hold me down to the ground, Isaac rushes towards me, looking defeated. Tears are still dripping from his eyes. “Will you kiss me for one last time, and call me your wife?”  His tears mingle with mine, falling on my cheeks, and his soft lips brush mine softly like a feather. “I’d be always yours, you were always mine, my wife”, the words from his mouth leave a gentle serenity on my chest. I press my hand on my stomach to numb the blood flow for a while, I want to live for a few more minutes. A few more moments. I give a faint smile before pressing a locket on his palms, “ I love you”, I say as I am denied the request to live and slowly drowse into an everlasting sleep.  I can never regret loving him. I am happy that  I found him in this life. Love is worth it. Love is worth a billion dollars.