45minutes later…

We've arrived at the big, bad island owned by my supposed husband. I thought they'd drop us at the entrance of a castle with a big veranda, some sculptures, bright flowers, and maybe a little garden maze just to spice up the richness, you know?

And I absolutely believe there's a place like that on this island, but that's not where I am right now.

This place looks like those kinds of places that've always been neglected and never been used before, and it just magically turned into a place fit for an outdoor wedding!

The wisteria-draped veranda decorated with sweet peas in shades of purple, the extravagant vintage décor,

The crystal chandeliers hanging from the top with beautifully shaped light bulbs surrounding each one, the few wooden chairs wrapped in purple and gold linens with cream peonies hanging behind them,

The orchestra stand and the altar's flowery embroilment are astonishingly breath-taking! I mean, I don't know how the décor team did it, but I'm feeling it!

I could vaguely see Reiss from where I was, but he was in a black tuxedo, and Solomon was right behind him, as the best man that he is.

Honestly, I was starting to get cold feet, probably from the chilly breeze. We had a clear view of the waters from here, and the view just felt serene, peaceful, and totally calming to the nerves.

"You ready?" Bernice says this behind me as we both watch my father approach me.

"You look dazzling, honey," he says as his lips graze my cheeks.

"Thanks." I smiled a bit, still replaying yesterday's conversation. He's about to walk you down the aisle, Freya; let's try to be cool.

The music starts to play at the signal of someone, and everyone straightens up in their seats.

These are family friends and really important people present here; this is the first time they might be setting their eyes on me, so I have to at least make a good impression.

"I guess that's my cue," Bernice says as she clutches a little bouquet of garden roses and walks towards the altar, leaving me and dad all alone. We all watch as she climbs the little stairs and stands to the left. I know she's silently praying that all these curious eyes will reduce their stares a bit.

The orchestra switches to the famous "Here comes the bride tone, and everyone rises to their feet. Well, that's our cue to intertwine our elbows and radiate the fakest sheepish love ever known.

If I could see myself right now, I would laugh at the bright smile on my face and the way I look at my father with adoring eyes, at the pope's tall hat, and send a warm smile to my mother, whom I just spotted.

looking at the pope's hat again, sending a warm smile to my new father-in-law, and sending an "I'm going to die after this" smile to Bernice, who snickers immediately. Looking at the pope's hat again, and then something utterly spectacular happens,

"I know this is not the kind of wedding or type of man you would have wanted, but I know he will make you happy, unlike that boyfriend of yours. This is a good thing for you and our family, and you better be a good wife to him just like your mom is to me, because you're my daughter and you'll always listen to your father," he finishes as I step on the altar.

A simple apology could do the trick, but you just have to say rubbish, utter rubbish, and just make me mad right in front of the altar!

I immediately step down and give him a hug while hopefully whispering my final words to him: "After this wedding, I don't want to see you again. Got that, father?" I squeezed his shoulder before smiling and stepping onto the altar again.

I place my hands in Reiss's as we draw closer and look at each other like sick lovebirds.

The pope says all the yareyara stuff; we repeat some stuff, and the next thing I heard was

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride."

He pulls off my veil so gracefully, like he wants to savour the moment. He holds my cheek in his warm, large hands and stares deeply into my eyes as I also stare into his blue ones. His Adams apples go up and down, and he bits a corner of his luscious lips.

We haven't really had a conversation, but all I wanted was for those lips to fall on mine. For a moment, my heart flutters, and I can't believe I'm married to this handsome man in front of me.

He draws closer and closer until our noses literally touch each other. I'm closing my eyes, already ready for him to claim me, when I hear his raspy voice say

"You were so convinced you wouldn't be the one standing here today. Don't make promises you can't keep, my dear bully."

With that, he plants a little peck on my lips and sends me a dangerous smirk before taking my hand and walking down to greet everyone.