Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
Nelica started to walk down the aisle slowly when the giant door that was filled with heavenly decorations of that biggest and most ancient church of London , slowly opened for her.
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?
It was Francis who chooses that song the other day for that wedding day of them. Yes. Their wedding day is happening that very day. Two days after Francis told her parents and his parents too, about their marriage. One day of preparation, sending of invitations, motif preparations, legal papers preparation and everything. And up to that moment, she still couldn't believe that everything happened so fast and that her parents, family and friends including Francis' was so shocked at first of their annocement, yet felt very excited right away and helped them to plan everything rapidly yet very well organized still.
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
And Francis never left her side since then. And actually, he was the one who prepared everything financially. And she meant, everything. From her billion euros worth wedding gown, her bouquet that's worth hundreds of euros, heaven motif decorations and reciption worth billions of euros as well, down to the outstanding outfits of their principal and secondary sponsors. Francis prepared them all swiftly in just one day, using all his connections in business industry.
One step closer
She heaved a sigh. Okay. Enough of the deep thoughts first on that moment. She has to focus. Thousands of eyes were intently watching here at that very moment. And she wanted to just melt there of so much embarrassment. Why does Francis have to invite thousands of friends, relatives and co-businessmen anyway? But then she realized, the crowd wasn't just Francis' invites and guests, but also hers and most of all, Black Shadow's and Blue Terrence fans, the drop dead handsome celebrity brothers of White Francis. She was even shock upon knowing that.
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you
She continued walking. Then cleared her throat as she met Francis' eyes intently staring at her face covered with her stunning white vail while walking slowly now with her dad.
"You look very stunningly beautiful, darling."
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
She smiled at her dad sweetly. "Thanks, dad."
"Oh I'm so happy for you both. Congratulations, darling," her dad said with misty eyes.
And she wanted to sigh deeply when she remembered why she was about to marry the handsome man waiting for her at the altar. Yet she managed to smile at her dad instead and said, "Thanks, dad."
And so at last, she have reached Francis at the altar already. And after an exchange of manly talks from her father and Francis, her father then left her with him. She filled secretly. Oh dear.
"You looked so exemplary beautiful today, sweetheart.."
She heard Francis whispered softly and kissed her hand like a real gentleman does. So she cleared her throat and said, "T-Thanks.." She said and gently removed her hand from him. Because for her, too early for Francis for much pretending on that very long day. It's already intoxicating. Then she cleared her throat once again when the priest began to speak.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite White Francis and Harem Vennelicka in this holy matrimony. Marriage is an honorable estate, and is therefore not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, advisedly, soberly, and with God’s blessing. Today, they will receive God’s greatest gift; another person to share with, grow with, change with, be joyful with, and to stand with as one when trials and tribulations enter their lives. It is fitting, therefore, that we should on this occasion begin by asking for God’s blessing on this marriage. Let us pray."
White Francis cleared his throat softly so she gazed at him while frowning. A gaze that she wished she never did because his sweet gentle smile flaunted her sight when she looked at him. So she looked away awkwardly and shyly to avoid that, for her, irritating smile of his. God! Then she cleared her throat when the priest started praying.
"Heavenly Father, we gather to celebrate your gift of love, and its presence among us. We rejoice that these two people have chosen to commit themselves to a life of loving faithfulness to one another. We praise you, Lord, for the ways you have touched our lives with loving relationships such as White Francis and Harem Vennelicka’s, and we give thanks for the special love and friendship you have put in their hearts. Renew within us an affectionate and loving spirit."
Nelica was just really listening the whole time. But suddenly and slowly, probably because of the thick fabric of her stunning, white wedding gown, her sweat was already emerging on her forehead slowly.
"Enrich our lives with the gracious gift of your love so that we may embrace others with that same love. May our participation in this celebration of love and commitment, give to us a new joy and responsiveness to the relationships that we cherish. In your loving arms, we pray, Amen.
You may all be seated."
And finally, after she and Francis have seated, she softly fanned herself using her hand and the other one was wiping her sweat on her forehead. God.
"Are you okay?"
She looked at Francis when he whispered that. "Y-Yeah I--" But then suddenly stopped and shyly bit her lower lip when she felt his right hand suddenly wiping the sweat on her forehead gently.
"You're sweating. Wait," he whispered again and took out something from his slacks's pocket. Gosh. It's a thin, white hanky. So she bit her lower lip once again as she saw that. Then blushed right away when he started wiping her sweat on her forehead gently as if they're the only people inside that biggest and the most popular church of London.
"F-Francis, i-it's okay, you don't have to--"
"Ehem."
She gasped for precious breath while her eyes widened, when she heard clearing of throat from the old priest in front of them.
Then she suddenly heard commotions and teases from the crowd behind them, mostly from Francis' brothers.
So she eventually looked at the while biting her lower lip and stopped Francis' hand from wiping her sweat. But Francis just chuckled softly in amusement as if he didn't seem to care at all of the priest's reaction. Gosh.
"S-Sorry, father.." She said.
Francis cleared his throat while smiling. "Sorry, father.. I was just busy pampering my beautiful bride.."
She blushed even more of what he said and looked at him with bashful face. "Francis, seriously.."
He chuckled. "What? I was just telling the truth.."
The priest just surprisingly chuckled with him. God. What is happening to the world?
"It's alright to pamper your beautiful bride, caring groom. But may I just have your attention for a moment so you won't be disturbed on pampering her for as long as you want later?" The priest said with a teasing smile. So Francis smiled back and chuckled and looked at her with a mischievous grin.
"Alright, father. Sorry for the interruption."
She glared at him. He's so devilishly handsome even more that day but his actions were annoying. He's so.. Playful! Argh!
The Priest smiled and nodded. "Alright, let's continue. Marriage is a joyous occasion. It is connected in our thoughts with the charm of love, the warmth of home, and with all that is pleasant, as being one of the most important events of our lives. Its sacredness and unity is the most significant and binding covenant known in human relations. White Francis and Harem Vennelicka, let me charge you both to remember that your future happiness is to be in mutual consideration, patience, kindness, confidence, and affection. It is the duty of each of you to find your greatest joy in the company of the other; to remember that your love pledged today must remain undivided for a lifetime."
Then the priest looked at Francis seriously and continued, "It is your duty White Francis, to be to Harem Vennelicka, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving husband: to support, guide and cherish her in prosperity and trouble; to thoughtfully and carefully enlarge the place she holds in your life; to constantly show to her the tokens of your affection, to shelter her from danger, and to love her with an unchangeable love."
Francis nodded and at looked at her with a gentle smile and mouthed, "Always.."
So she glared at him and blushed. The nerve of him to say that as if he really meant. Geez! Then she cleaned her throat when the priest looked at her.
"Now it is your duty, Harem Vennelicka, to be to White Francis, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving wife; to comfort, guide and cherish him in prosperity and trouble; to give to him the unfailing pieces of evidence of your affection; and to continue making the place he holds in your heart, broader and deeper; to support him, value him and work with him to make your marriage the very best that it can be."
So she smiled plainly and nodded with all her heart. Then her eyes widened. Wait, what? With alll her heart??