CHAPTER 8- WEDDING

The cake, makeup and dress that Claudia wears above^
Listen to say you won't let go by James Arthur.


The soft music plays, the white carpet beneath me is oddly still. The man at the end is not someone who I have loved, or am in love with. He's Isaac Miller, the man who ruined my life for a treaty.

His blue eyes stare at me intently, it somehow feels he can see me through the veil.

I hope not.

His suit is neat, a common one. Black and white, his hair is neatly brushed back and he has an emotionless face on as he looks me up and down, he then smiles.

Many people who I do not know are here, most of them are businessmen I think. I'm glad that my best friend, Aaliyah is here. She hates Amelia too! I haven't really talked to her much lately with all this crap that's going on.

My arm is hooked with my dads, a man that I somehow still love but hate. He should be walking me down the isle to a man I love.

But he gave me away to a man that I do not love, yet like. Once we are at the end he unhooks our arms and places my hands in Zac's, I meet his blue eyes.

The man holding a book smiles, "we are bought here today to unite two people in love."

I almost roll my eyes, they wouldn't see anyway due to the veil.

This is it, the moment everyone's been waiting for. Everyone but me.

"Do you Isaac Stone Miller, take Claudia Rose Richardson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?" The priest asks.

"I do," he responds.

"Now, do you Claudia Rose Richardson take Isaac Stone Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?"

So many thoughts are swarming around in my head, I want to shout NO! But I can't, I look out at the crowd. Everyone is looking at me, mother is smiling, father is leaning forward in his seat.

The ones you love the most hurt you the most. I will always question why I made this choice, why I said yes, it was my fathers fault. But my own heart stopped as I softly said to the man that I don't and will never love; "Yes."

He slides the rings on my finger, in front of the engagement ring. It's a set, the first the first one has diamonds on it and curves to meet the big one, the middle which is the biggest one has a massive diamond in the middle with little diamond on the outside and the ending one connects to the big one, having diamonds on them as well.

I slide his ring on his finger, it's a simple silver one, with one tiny diamond at the front.

I look up at Isaac, "you may now kiss the bride," no, I don't want to kiss him!

He lifts the veil slowly until it drops on my back, he leans forward and tilts his head in the direction of our audience.

He presses his lips to the corner of my mouth, it looks like we are kissing on the lips but we aren't.

Everyone stands cheering, I feel tears brimming the corner of my eyes. At moments like these I cannot be strong, I try but I can't.

The lights of the cameras practically blind me, Zac wraps an arm around my waist and I put on a fake smile.

He lifts me bridal style and runs down the isle smiling, it's all fake; but it seems so real.

Maybe I would have enjoyed it if I actually loved Zac, but as I've said; I don't.

"Make way for the bride and groom to have their spotlight dance," the lights dim and our chosen song, say you won't let go plays.

I place my hands on his shoulders and he places one on my waist, the other on my hip.

We move in sync, I smile even though it's fake. I somehow move closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck while he has a firm hold of my hips, the dance is slow.

He spins me out then spins me back towards him, I bump into his chest; my hand pressing against it.

I quickly pull it away and put my left hand in his right while my right hands rested on his shoulder and his left hand is rested on my hip.

Slowly other couples join in on the dance floor, once the song is finished we step away from each other and dance with other people like I dance with my...'father.'

"I'm proud of you Claudia," I try not to trip over my dress as I have been the whole night.

"I know you are... Dad," I whisper.

I look into his brown eyes that I used to love looking into, they would look at me with so much love but now they look at me as if I'm just a business deal, like he has to deal with me not having a choice.

So many things can change in such short notice, I sigh and pull away from him walking off.

"We need to bride and groom for the cutting of the cake!" I walk over to the cake where Zac is standing in all his glory.

I stand next to him and he bends down, "I never got to tell you that you look beautiful," he says looking at my diamond beaded dress.

I nod and smile as they hand us a knife, he grabs the end behind me and we slowly cut into it.

It's not like those weddings where we grab some cake and slam it into their face.

It's too proper, too formal, too fake but too real.

Everyone eats their cake and reporters rush to us, the cameras lights making me stumble back in surprise.

I feel large hands grab my waist to steady me, his chest is pressed against my back and I don't even have to turn around to know it's Isaac.

"This is our wedding, we do not want to take any questions," he booms.

The security leads them out and they all sigh with annoyed faces, good.

They just want fake information, they drain the life out of you. Leeches.

This is not how I planned things to go, I'm nineteen in two weeks. Great, I had a wedding before my birthday.