Married To The Black Sheep

“Hmm…. Hmm,” the Priest clears his throat while looking at me, bringing me back to the present. “Do Selina Dima take Anthony Cupid as your lawfully wedded husband?” The Priest repeated himself rather slowly this time. I can feel all eyes on me this time awaiting my response, especially the laser look from my stepmother, Marie that could pierce through steel. If looks could kill I would have been pierced through by the laser beams shooting from her eyes at this moment. I stood there rooted in a spot ignoring all their uncanny looks, thinking about how I got myself into this. I can't believe I would ever in my life get married to someone I have never seen not to talk of falling in love with, seemed like a surreal twist of fate. But this is my current reality. I look up at the man who will soon become my husband, he looks so different from what the rumors say. Standing before me is the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on, at least that should count for something. He looks like a work of art, with his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, fair skin, brown silky hair, and the most captivating of all his emerald eyes. He looks like a god exuding divine elegance in his well-tailored grey Tom Ford three-piece suit adorned with exquisite embroidery on the shoulders, perfectly fitted for his frame size. It was as though the suit was custom-made for him from birth. Lost in thoughts, I heard the sound of heels stealing all the attention at that moment. Turning I see my ex-fiance, Vincent in hand with my sister, I mean step-sister. Walking hand in hand into the auditorium to sit in front where the bride's family members are seated. “Oh my God! I can't believe my eyes.” Eleonora exclaimed with her eyes widely opened, seeming as if they could fall off if she should open them more widely. “How can a man be so handsome? But the rumor said Anthony is short, fat, and ugly with freckles on his face.” Eleonora was in disbelief at what a work of art Anthony is. She suddenly felt a pang of regret, anger, and jealousy towards me and immediately shot me a laser look just like her mother, Marie. “It’s just looks, my love. You shouldn't be too bothered by it, he is still as useless as a church rat and can never amount to anything.” Marie said with a smirk to Eleonora in the hope of consoling her. “Would you both keep it down and let's get this thing over with then you can keep drooling all you want afterward.” Kent, my father said with so much irritation and impatience. “You need to keep your temper in check on a day like this, Kent,” Marie said frivolously. Eleonora has always been like this ever since she was a child. Anything that belongs to me she must always have including my man, Vincent and she has her mother to support her all the way. Even if she doesn't have a need for that particular thing as long as it's mine or I have access to it or it makes me happy, she must devise a means to get them from me. Vincent just sat there staring at me while his new fiancee was busy gawking at someone else's husband while he was seated beside her. It was as if he couldn't hear anything Eleonora was saying because he was enthralled by me. Staring at me with a mix of emotion. So visible in his eyes, he smiled bitterly when our eyes locked. “Hmm..hmmm,” my husband-to-be, Anthony, cleared his throat. “Everyone is waiting for your answer,” he said with a bit of impatience and anger laced in his voice. I summoned the courage to utter the words that would seal my fate. “Yes, I do,” I responded with my head down in a whisper-like tone. “I now declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” the priest declared with a broad smile facing Anthony, now my husband. I stood there fixated on the spot, terrified as if I had just been sentenced to life imprisonment. I raised my head and stared directly into his piercing emerald eyes and I could feel myself drowning and lost in those eyes. He moved forward a bit and planted a kiss on my lips. It felt like an electric current was sent through my lips to my body up to my spine and I almost lost my footing. Anthony caught me by the waist before I could fall. “Do you love the taste of my lips that much?” Anthony asked in a quirky tone and with a smirk on his face while staring into my azure eyes. “What is wrong with you?” I asked myself. You're doing this for a reason and that reason alone. Stick to it and don't lose focus. You must stay on track and guard yourself. Who knows what this devil will do to me? Well, I don't believe that it's my fault for thinking this way. The rumors about my husband, …oh well I just called the man I just met for the first time my husband. Anyways, the rumors about Anthony my husband are not a thing of joy. So therefore I have to stay on guard, knowing that my future with Anthony would be anything but conventional. “No, I just felt dizzy for a bit probably due to stress,” I replied while mentally rolling my eyes at him. Anthony gave me a devil's smile while raising me back up to recover my footing. “Well, we shall see about that tonight at home Mrs Cupid,” he said, biting his lower lips. He lifted me into his arms and walked out of the auditorium. With each step, I braced myself for the twists and turns of married life with a man I had never met, the supposed black sheep of the Cupid family.