Mal And Ben's Wedding Novels & Stories

THALIA The chapel was small. Salvatore made sure of that, like he wanted to keep this wedding as quiet as possible, a shameful thing done in the dark. There were maybe thirty people scattered in the pews, most of them wearing expressions that ranged from uncomfortable to openly hostile. My family sat on one side, the Torrisis on the other, and the divide between them felt like a chasm nobody wanted to cross.

Gosh! "Kayzer? Benjamin?" My mother is shocked when she saw closely Kayzer and Benjamin. Kayzer smiled and take my hands to my parents. I know they were all shock because this is unexpected. Fortunately,l we only invited few people. "Hon... you can run away from this," Benjamin says in his begging voice. I didn't reply because the priest started. "Don't try to ruin this, Benjamin," Kayzer threatened. I saw people at our back crying because I and Kayzer said yes to each other. Just a final vow and kiss then we are officially married.

"No, well, I dunno. I don't think he would. You two are sort of alike. Loud and brash and not caring what other people think. You'd either love each other or hate each other." "Well, let's plan on love then," Alanna said. "Paps and I can grab a beer and talk about football. That way he'll ignore the fact that Austin doesn't know anything about it." "Good idea," Malena laughed. "So, do you guys know what happened? With the wedding, I mean." I snorted and leaned back, looking to Alanna. "Go ahead, dear. Tell Malena what happened." "Oh god. Alanna, what did you do?" Malena asked.

I teased and he laughed. "Anyway," his gaze shifted to Queen Irene and Samantha, "time is running out and her Majesty wants to mingle with everyone before it's time for bed. Excuse us." Without waiting for a response, Benjamin led me away from them and unlike last time, everybody we talked to actually stayed for a friendly chat. The conversations were mostly about our marriage, but I didn't mind. "Are you happy now?" Benjamin asked as we walked to the balcony later that night. The air was cool and since the sky was clear, the moon and stars shone beautifully in the vast navy blue. The music behind us was low. We were finally in a quiet place alone.

Stephane's jaw is definitely clenched tight beside her now and I hope I am the only one who sees it. "Thank you, Ben. For bringing me that. It is effective." I say to him before he returns to his seat. Benjamin. So that was his name. He is definitely related to Mike, I can see some resemblance to the middle aged groom from yesterday. Mike and his wife are already off on their honeymoon since yesterday immediately after their first dance. "Isn't he cute?" Mom asks me, I look away without a reply. She might be oblivious to the icicle Stephane has turned into beside her, but I am hyper aware of it and my mouth has gone dry from the intensity.

The morning arrived quietly. Hilton City woke beneath a clear blue sky. The wedding venue was surrounded by flowers and soft lights. Guests began arriving early. Malcolm and Ben were already arguing near the entrance. “You're wearing your tie wrong,” Malcolm said. Ben looked down. “It looks fine.” “It doesn't.” Felicia walked past them. “Both of you are impossible.” They laughed. Emily arrived shortly afterward. She looked around the venue and smiled. She remembered Lucas as the struggling student who barely had enough money for food.

“Why did you decide to get married now? I mean, it’s been five years and marriage wasn’t on your mind.” “Five, six years too long. It was going to happen now or later. We love each other, we’re a fated pair, and we were ready to take our relationship to the final level of our lives. Azrael and I aren’t marrying each other for the wrong reasons or for a baby as we did.” Ben looked at me, and I smiled. “I’m not.” “Are you happy?” Ben asked. I grinned. “I’m overjoyed.” Ben leaned against the chair and muttered softly. He is a lucky man. He’ll never make you cry.

Cecelia beamed at them both, drawing Malia in for a tight hug. "Thank you, Ms. Spencer!" Malia replied, returning the embrace. Roland grinned beside her, his arm draped around her waist. Uncle Romnick and I were seated around the table, listening in on their conversation. I could see Malia glance in my direction, but I averted my gaze, feeling hurt and betrayed by her lies. Malia and Roland continued their exchange with Cecelia, asking if they could meet with Mr. Stevenson before the wedding program ended to personally thank him for his support. Cecelia hesitated for a moment, playing it safe.

"From boardrooms to bibs. Don't worry, we’re going to get you sufficiently drunk tonight." "God, please," Mari sighed, spinning her wedding ring around her finger. "Ben is working from home tonight - well, he and Greg are 'working' in the den while trying to make sure Henry doesn't set the house on fire or flood the kitchen. Someone had to watch the kids while I made my escape. Usually, they'd be at the Galencia office, but Ben knew I needed this. Honestly, watching Ben try to code while Harry is screaming in his ear? It’s not exactly romantic."

- - A few people were gathered in the garden of Benhail's mansion, three of the workers from Emery's office, Mariana, Lola, Liam, Isabella and her husband, Cecelia, Agnes and Amery. The officiating priest celebrating the matrimony stood in front of them as they pronounced their wedding vows. Emery looked into Benhail's eyes, smiles and tears on her face. She was so happy, she was finally becoming his woman for life. She adjusted the bowtie he wore and took one more glance at him. He was hot in the black suit and trousers he wore, his hair was neatly trimmed and his manly cologne assailed her nose, she wanted more of him already.