Chapter Five

My wedding was a glamorous wedding and indeed the type that every woman in the world would wish for and I made a very happy and beautiful bride .

My wedding was on the 27th of December four years ago. That date was specifically picked by me because I have always liked the winter season and the Christmas periods were my favourite part of the year from when I was a little girl .

I had imagined running under the snow dressing in a white exquisite dress dancing to “ceilings by lizzy Macalpine” and being playfully chased by the man who chose me for life and a man who would love me like I was the only woman in existence and as if I have been waiting for him my entire life and indeed I was a girl who kept waiting for a prince in a shining amour . sincerely at that moment it felt like all my dreams had come through .

I had also wanted the Euphoria and the joy of Christmas to still be in everyone’s heart . I was a bride filled with not only the joy of being joined in the holy matrimony but also the Euphoria of Christmas—the celebration of the birth of Christ .

I woke up at exactly 7:am feeling tired because I was on call with Nate Macdonald, who was my husband, until 2am . We went on and on about how much we loved each other and how we were best for each other . We romantically said our vows before we even got to the altar . The media team stormed into my room because we had planned to make a content with my wedding and it actually had over 14 million viewers .

They had wanted to make a video of me waking up before getting into other things. My heart was happier than it had ever felt for its entire existence. I was so happy that I felt my heart would explode. My cells danced like flames at a bonfire . During the filming stage i receive a text from Nate “ Good morning wifey “ that text meant more that the world to me , when I stepped out to the balcony and got the view of the environment and seeing how beautiful the arena was and how dedicated people worked to my the day special for me , a tear of joy ran down my cheeks and then was when the nervousness crept in . I was going to be a wife to a man and there was no going back but never and not even for a millisecond did I think or imagine I would regret my marriage.

I wore a breathtaking ivory-white couture wedding gown crafted from the finest silk, satin, and delicate French lace. The fitted bodice was covered in hand-sewn pearls and sparkling crystals that shimmered beneath the ray of the daylight , while the dramatic ball-gown skirt flowed into a long, magnificent train embroidered with intricate flowers and diamonds.

The gown featured a graceful sweetheart neckline, sheer lace sleeves, and a jeweled waist that perfectly complemented my figure. A cathedral-length veil, edged with delicate lace and scattered crystals, flowed behind me,secured by a dazzling diamond tiara.

Every detail of the gown radiated elegance, wealth, and sophistication because I

looked less like a bride and more like royalty stepping into my own fairytale.

Watching my dad dressed in a suit and coming to get i suddenly forgot all the wrongs that he had done to my mother and all the things I had to see and go through as a child , I looked at him in gratitude for being the source to which I was begetted , he was dressed in an amazing black suit in a way that made him look younger and from his countenance I knew he was proud and happy . I looked around and saw my mum and she wore the most beautiful smile, I saw my sister , my best friend and everyone in the room and all I felt was happiness that knew no bounds . My dad walked to the spotlight and right there I saw my husband standing , he wore a flawlessly tailored black tuxedo designed exclusively for his broad, powerful frame. The suit was made from premium Italian wool with a subtle satin finish.Its sharp shoulders, fitted waist, and perfectly structured cut emphasized his tall, heavily built physique without making the suit appear bulky.

Underneath was a crisp white dress shirt with a high-quality silk texture, paired with a classic black bow tie. His jacket featured sleek satin lapels, while a small diamond brooch rested discreetly against his chest, adding a touch of understated luxury.

His trousers were perfectly fitted and fell neatly over a pair of polished black leather Oxford shoes. A luxurious Swiss watch rested against his wrist, complemented by understated cufflinks engraved with my initials

Everything about his appearance from his perfectly styled hair and clean, refined grooming to the immaculate tailoring of his tuxedo spoke of wealth and confidence. He looked effortlessly commanding, elegant, and powerful, like a man accustomed to walking into a room and immediately becoming the center of attention. My husband was rich and popular with an Empire whose name traveled far and wide .

As I watched him that day I knew that I had made the best decision of my life making him the best thing that had happened to me . I saw him wipe off tears from his eyes , I watched his hands shake and I knew his heart was beating so fast , he gave me the most beautiful smile and a face that gave me an assurance that he was mine .

After we made our vows at the altar he wrote me a note and read it before everyone which was his personal vow to me aside the ones we make to God as instructed by every doctrine or church and ever since that day i have had all the words scripted in my mind because I had believed every word , every line and every sentence

“My love,Today, I choose you with all my heart. I promise to love you through every season, to stand beside you in every storm, and to celebrate every joy with you.

You are my best friend, my peace, and my home. I may not promise you a perfect life, but I promise you a lifetime of choosing you, protecting your heart, and loving you more with each passing day.

Before God and everyone we love, I give you my heart and my forever.Today, tomorrow, and for all the days of my life I choose you”

And for everyday in my marriage I had prayed and hoped he remembered the words in said and the happy woman he had promised to make me.