wly pressing that sweet spot before going down and pushing a finger inside me. I almost screamed and he pulled out his hand. He smiled, leaning in and whispering: “You are a good girl, Beth.”
I sat there, breathless, not knowing how to pull myself together. I was very aware of Brian’s look – he was gazing at me this whole time. I was avoiding his eyes intentionally, scared of being judged, scared of being found out. There was no escaping him, however hard I tried, I had to accept this family was soon to be mine and I’ll have to live with them. With that, I looked straight into Brian’s eyes, waiting for his reaction.
He sat across me. I could tell he was surprised by my look but he pulled himself together and smiled.
Right after this, Daddy stood up and asked everyone to get outside on the balcony, where he said he had a special surprise awaiting.
As all the guests got up and walked outside the huge terrace, I saw the decorations and the chairs all lined up. Huge bouquets of roses were everywhere, making the terrace look like a fairytale venue. The chairs were lined up from both sides of the balcony, as the middle was decorated with a very romantic carpet made out of rose petals. The carpet was leading to the very end of the balcony where the biggest wreath of flowers stood, tall enough for two people to stand below it. And then, it dawned on me: Daddy had prepared this whole thing so they can get married that same night.
As guests stepped out and all of them where taken aback by the view, Daddy came forth and asked all of them to be seated. He took my mom’s hand and it the most romantic gesture I’ve ever seen, he kneeled in front of everybody, looking into her eyes, asking her to marry him, right there and then.
I saw my mom tear up as she nodded her head in approval and the applause exploded around them.
The registrar soon showed up, clearing his throat and asking everyone to
take their seats. As we did, Daddy took my mom’s hand and led her right below the huge wreath of flowers. A photographer soon appeared, snapping photos of everyone present, while all the guests were swelling up, obviously touched by his gesture.
I took my seat next to Brian and was completely immersed in the event, looking at my mom, realizing how happy she finally was. I glared at Brian and smiled at him, wanting to acknowledge how beautiful this night turned out to be. Brian leaned in and whispered:
“Now we are officially a family. How much do you love your daddy?”
I felt sarcasm in his voice and decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this beautiful moment. I leaned in and whispered: “Very much.”
The second I turned to watch the event, I saw Daddy grab my mom’s hand, while she adoringly gazed into his eyes. For a split second, I was jealous as I felt I was the one that was supposed to be up there with him. I tried to chase away those evil thoughts, as I saw a trio of violinists show up. They started playing and their music only enhanced the romantic atmosphere around us.
“We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman…” – The registrar started as I relaxed and decided to enjoy in the moment.
“Do you, Michael Jones, take Emma Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in heath, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”
After a moment of silence, Daddy looked towards my mom and whispered:
“I do.”
The crowed started cheering but decided to wait until the bride said “I do.”
The registrar, pleased with the answer, turned to my mom, asking the same question:
“Do you, Emma Hughes, take this man, Michael Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” – Whispered my mom, glaring at him adoringly.
“If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” – The registrar announced and for a split second, I thought he was looking straight at me. The question made me feel uncomfortable, and with Brian leaning in and whispering: “Don’t you want to say something?” it made me even more uncomfortable.
After a minute, they exchanged the rings. I barely remember the last part of the event as my head was already buzzing. I do remember everyone stood up and applauded for a very long time.
Chapter 6
After the ceremony, I stood by at the side watching mom dancing with my new Daddy. Actually, I was staring at him, not able to look away. The charisma of power and success combined with experience and physical beauty was making me droll. Just by looking at him, I was wet. I was imagining his hands up my skirt, his touch on my skin, his prickly beard on my face when Brian came and stood right next to me.
“I see you watching. I just don’t know why you stare at him that way.”
I was dragged away from my fantasy; painfully aware Brian was talking to me.
“What way? I wasn’t staring.”
Brian leaned in on me even more. I could smell his perfume, I felt his body weight on mine.
“Doesn’t matter little sis. As long as you pick me.” – He whispered, lowering his right hand on my ass, grabbing it with full force. No one that was in front of us knew what was happening. I wanted to move away and leave but I caught Daddy looking at us. From his look, I knew he was aware of what was happening and I knew he wasn’t pleased. I decided to play along, I wanted to make him jealous. So, I leaned in even more on Brian’s hand, looking up and flirting with him.