Jordan's P.O.V
I stood in the fitting room as Thomàs made the final adjustments to my suit. My hair had already been gelled back and styled, much to my disdain, and my shoes had already been polished so much that they reflected my dreadful expression. I'm getting married. This is actually happening. And not even to the woman I love, but to an awful witch that my parents set me up with. Life really is a bitch.
"Stop looking so down," Thomàs scolded, "You are about to get married."
"That's the problem Thomà s, I don't love her," I replied, throwing my hands up in the air.
He scowled at my sudden movement and gave me a look telling me to stay still.
"Well then why are you marrying her?" he asked.
I sighed, debating whether or not to tell him the truth.
"You can keep a secret, right?" I asked.
"What kind of question is that, boy? I thought we were friends?" He said, feigning looking hurt.
I shook my head in amusement at his childishness.
"I love Olivia," I stated.
"Oh, I see," he said back, prompting me to continue with a nod.
So I told him everything, from when we were kids to my wedding that would be happening in half an hour. I told him about my amazing time with Olivia, my father's threats, and how I was doing all of this just because I wanted to protect her.
"My life is so fucked up," I exclaimed as I finished.
"It sure is," he said back with a laugh.
"Hey! You're supposed to be helping me through this," I said to him.
He let out a chuckle.
"Well, the way I see it, there's two things going on," he started, "either you don't love Olivia as much as you think you do and you are subconsciously ok with not being with her-"
"I love Olivia more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life She means everything to me!" I defended, interrupting Thomà s.
"-or you are letting your father make your life desicions out of fear of the consequences and aren't brave enough to stand up and show the girl how you feel," he finished, "based on your reaction I'd say the second one."
I pondered what he said. Am I really just too much of a coward? I came to a conclusion. Yes.
"So what do I do?" I asked him.
"You have to follow your heart, whether it is taking the risk to be with Olivia, or going through with the wedding to make sure she is safe. That choice is up to you to decide," he said.
I opened my mouth to respond and ask him what I should do when the door opened abruptly. My brother entered the room in a black suit with a red tie, an outfit identical to mine. He was my best man.
"It's time, Jordan," my brother said.
I took a deep breath and followed him out the door, pondering Thomà s' advice. Follow you heart.
We walked down the stairs and outside, into a tented space near the garden. Rows and rows of chairs filled with hundreds of people were lined up in front of a small area where a priest stood. I swallowed and took a deep breath as Darren walked down the makeshift isle with one of the bridesmaids. I followed soon after, repeating what I had done during the rehearsal.
A few seconds after I reached my spot, the strings my parents had hired began to play the Bridal Chorus. Katerina stepped into view in a large white dress that was shimmering in the sun with, no doubt, real diamonds. (Picture provided is Katerina's wedding dress)
She flashed me a very fake smile which came out as more of a grimace, clearly not appreciating the fact that her dress was dragging along on the ground. When she finally reached me, she leaned close to talk to me as the priest started.
"One of our servants pulled my hair while attaching my veil so I fired her," she said in a bitchy tone.
That put me over the edge. This woman thinks that she can do anything! She is so annoying! I have never loved her and I never will. This stupid bitch is trying to control my life and I won't stand for it! I hate her so much. I vaguely heard the priest taking as I glared at Katerina, yelling profanities at her in my head.
"-ighness. Your highness," the quiet voice of the priest brought me out of my thoughts.
I looked over to him questioningly, not understanding what was being asked of me.
"Say I do!" Katerina hissed.
I turned to her with fury in my eyes.
"No," I uttered.
"What!?" She screeched.
"I said, No!" I repeated, this time much louder.
"You can't do this I won't let you! I love you!" She screeched in a pathetic attempt to continue the wedding.
"You don't love me and I don't love you. I'm not going to allow myself to be shoved into a loveless marriage while the woman that I really love disappears from my life forever," I told her.
At that, the crowd seemed to gasp collectively. The priest just stood awkwardly beside us, not knowing what to do.
"And Katerina," I started, leaning closer so only she would hear me, "You have no right to fire my family's employees."
With that, I started to run away from her. I had no clue where I was going, but I had to see Olivia.
I spotted Mary among the servants and ran to her.
"Where is she?! Am I too late!?" I asked her desperately as I grabbed her shoulders.
"With her mother," she said with a smile, "go."
I didn't need anybody else to tell me what to do. I ran into the garden and past the stepping stones that led to Olivia's mother's grave.
When I reached it, she was sitting there, quietly crying. At my sudden entrance, she stood up and hastily wiped her eyes. I walked towards her swiftly.
"Jordan, what are y-" I cut off her question with a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her waisted as I passionately kissed her, trying to show her just how much I loved her. She was stunned for a few seconds, but kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I felt butterflies going crazy inside my stomach and I smiled against her lips. I made the right choice.
Olivia's P.O.V
As soon as my father left his room in formal attire to attend the wedding, I made my way to my mother's grave. I don't want to witness my love marrying someone else.
I sat down on the bench in silence, just listening to my surroundings. After awhile, I heard the sound of strings playing the bride's entry music. My heart broke a little bit to hear the wedding happening. After that, I tuned out to spare myself of anymore heartbreak.
I spoke to my mother, uttering a few goodbyes and telling her why I was moving on to restart my life. At some point, my cheeks started to get wet with my tears but I ignored it, not caring at the moment.
I took a break from speaking to catch my breath so as to not sob out loud and alert all of the guests at the wedding of my presence. I heard the quick footsteps of someone running behind me. I stood up and turned around, wiping my eyes in the process.
As soon as I stood up, I came face to face with Jordan. What is he doing here? Why isn't he with Katerina getting married? Why is he with me, the lowly servant girl? He took a step closer to me.
"Jordan, what are y-" my question was cut of by him placing his mouth on mine.
The kiss stunned me at first, but once my brain was able to register what was happening, I kissed him back with the same intensity he had. It was a kiss that sent fireworks off in my whole body and butterflies were going crazy in my stomach.
We pulled apart and he smiled at me.
"I love you," he said.
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Omg! I had a mini heart attack while writing this! So I was writing and intending to maybe do like 400 words of so until later, but I was on a roll and wrote like 1,000. Then I was like "I'm hungry" so I pressed the back button (because my drafts usually save) and I didn't see my new draft listed under my chapters. I flipped. I was like "No, I did not just write 1,000 words just to have them deleted". So I refreshed the page and it worked and I was so happy my work wasn't lost.
Anyways, thank you all for helping me reach over 100 votes on my book chapters overall. I think that the next chapter will be the epilogue, so stay tuned (That sounds really stupid but idk what else to say...). I hope you enjoyed the wedding chapter!