Fated To Be His: Forever Sealed With Love's Eternal Kiss

I positioned myself in front of the mirror and gazed at my image. My hands, which were clutching a bunch of flowers, were shaking as if I were being shocked by electricity. I bit down too barely because my lips were trembling. Please refrain from biting your lips so much, Miss. Your lipstick will get ruined. The makeup artist spoke to me in a curt tone, and I could tell she was busy arranging her supplies. Don't spoil my many hours of labor! I made an effort to break this habit, but it was ingrained in me like glue from years of cultivation. I really wanted to cry right then, and the only way I could stop myself was by biting my lips. My heart felt like it was suffocating, thumping and pounding like an uncontrollable jackhammer, and my chest was cramping up. I tightened my hold on the bouquet and continued to bite my bottom lip. I could taste the lip gloss's metallic flavor on my tongue. Or was it blood? "Miss..." It was obvious that the makeup artist was growing impatient. She was interrupted when the door gave way. As my stepmother cat walked her way to me, her shrill, bubbly voice accompanied the rhythm of her pointed heels clicking on the tiled floor. "Look who's ready for her wedding day, all decked out." I was irritated by those words, which were meant to be a tease. My sweetheart, Emma, you must be ecstatic. She repeated, obviously not bothered by my silence. I was unable to do anything but look at her. Excited! I snorted to myself. Did I no longer even understand the meaning of that word? You may be asking yourself, "What the hell is wrong with me to not be excited on my wedding day?" Well, try marrying someone you don't know or love just for the sake of your family's benefits, and perhaps you'll understand how I feel. I resemble a lamb that has been sacrificed. Why do I have to make the same sacrifice that Jesus made for us? The worst part is that these individuals are the most vile, heartless, and ungrateful people on the planet. Oh! Did Jesus experience this when he gave his life for humanity? I had been having a lot of thoughts since my eyes opened this morning, and no, they weren't just any thoughts. My head was starting to hurt a little. Believe me when I tell you that they were utterly miserable. My stepmother, Jenna, was speaking; she is always engaged in that activity. She was focused on the makeup artist, and as I forced myself to return to the present, I heard her say, “Is there nothing you can do correctly? Do you want to see her walking down the aisle looking like that? Her lipstick is obviously messed up. If you can't even make her lips worth it, why am I paying you so much money?” The woman's eyes narrowed at me, and I could see that she was in pain. I wanted to speak up and defend her, but I was unable to do so, and guilt another emotion rose in my chest. Now, hurt and guilt were fighting for dominance in my heart like twin dragons, and you know what they say, The grass suffers when elephants fight. In this case, my poor heart is the grass. With a glare in her eyes, the makeup artist took a few items from her already packed box. She started putting on a series of glosses and lipsticks, and I heaved as the lovely color returned. "Please stop biting your lips, Ma'am, so that this doesn't get ruined again." When she was done, she said. I nearly laughed. So much for assuming she would remain silent and allow my stepmother to trample her. The only person allowing others to step on me is me. I'm such an i***t. With an awkward smile, Jenna remained silent while the woman hurried out of the room carrying her box. The sound of the door slamming reverberated throughout the room, making my heart leap. Jenna rolled her eyes and scoffed. Then she approached me. My dear, Emma, don't let that affect you. Your big day is coming up, and "When did I start to become your favorite?" Before I could stop myself, I blurted out. I had interrupted her mid sentence, and her lips were parted. For a second, she seemed stunned and when she snapped out of it, a sinister chuckle left her lips and there was that glint of mischief I knew so well dancing in her eyes. “ Alright, alright. Let's cut the drama, I just thought you'd want a little love from me since it's your big day." "I said," she said. I did want love but not from her. And definitely not some fake act. Of course you don't! I'll just get right to the point. In precisely five minutes, the guests will be prepared to greet the bride. With that grating smile on her lips, Jenna spoke. When I realized what she had said, I tightened my hold on the bouquet. My breathing suddenly became ten times more difficult, and my heart rate tripled. I took a swallow. So why have you come here? Father should come get me, right? I was able to ask. I could tell something wasn't right by the way her eyes narrowed. No! Yes, he was. However, Jenna didn't hesitate because she felt bad about sharing the news. She took pleasure in observing my face as the panic set in. "What happened to Dad, Jenna?" Calm down! It's not a big deal. He was unable to make it because of an increase in his blood pressure this morning. Her tone was nonchalant, like she didn't care. What am I saying? Clearly, she doesn't give a damn! Tears clouded my vision, and I instinctively buried my lip in the folds of my teeth as my knuckles turned white. "Am I going down the aisle by myself?" With a quivering voice, I spoke. I thought I heard her laugh, but I must have been hallucinating. I hated showing her how emotional I was around her, but there was nothing I could do about it. Right now, my heart is an asynchronous canvas of opposing feelings. No! I'm a complete mess right now, so forget about the fancy words. "Well, Emma, it looks like it." She casually threw the words at me as her phone rang loudly and she excused herself. "I'll leave the doors open; you'll know it's time to leave when you hear the applause." I didn't know when I fell to the ground, so I closed my eyes as the tears started to fall. Emma, don't cry. Don't cry! No! If you have to cry yourself to tears, you must let this out. I think that because I kept crying, I unconsciously decided to listen to the second voice. My heart felt so heavy that I didn't care if the makeup was ruined. The applause reached my ears. It began as a roar and then, like a discorded rhythm, died down and rose again. I was immobile. I had no desire to. So I just stayed there and wept. My face was flooded with tears, and my body was trembling from uncontrollable, silent sobs. I heard no footsteps. All I could hear was a throaty baritone voice that I would soon find impossible to live without. Are you crying on your wedding day?