The Wedding

Why?

She was only 21, going to college for an Art major, so why was she getting married.

She doesn't even know him, her parents just told her to marry him, but why her?

She isn't even their biological child, just adopted by them. So why?

Eva stands at the mirror in her wedding gown, a simple A-line wedding dress. Classic white with a floral pattern across her chest and down the mesh sleeves on her arms. A semi poofy skirt, simple and cheap, yet she made it seem like it cost one million dollars.

Her makeup had been done simple, a thin layer of concealer with a little powder and warm cheeks. Her eyes defined by a thin line of black eyeliner with a soft, brownish tint used just above her eyes creating a natural contour with a prominent red on her thin lips.

Eva, with natural beauty, had a pale complexion matching her wavey, sleek, red hair of medium length, parted down the middle and decorated with a single white flower. Her almond-shaped, emerald green eyes popped out against her pale skin, completing her look.

There's a knock at the door.

"May I come in?" It was Eva's mother, Allison Taylor, the miss of the Taylor family.

"Of course mother," Eva replies.

Her mother walks in in a black and navy blue dress, hugging all of the woman's curves.

"Oh darling, you look beautiful!"

"Thank you, mother."

"Are you ready? It's almost time to walk down the aisle!"

"I guess."

Mrs.Taylor's happy, kind face drops.

"Remember who you're doing this for," she says sternly," we have provided for you for who knows how many years now, you owe us this. We gave you a family. We gave you a name. We gave you a life."

There it was, the mother that Eva remembered. Cold and mean towards her but to everyone else, especially her daughter Emma, she was warm and caring.

"I know, mother."

"Good, you'll be waking in 10 minutes."

Mrs.Taylor then walks out of the bride's dressing room and sashays to the main room in the cathedral.

Eva sighs a sigh of relief. She's gone.

The door closes, and immediately there is another knock at the door, but instead of asking to come in she barges in. There stands Emma, the youngest daughter of the Taylor family in a navy dress. Long and slick, clearly made from a costly fabric. A long slit reveals a perfectly tan leg, clear of imperfection.

"Aww, there you are looking so beautiful," she says sarcastically," I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, sister."

"Oh drop the pure and innocent act, sis. you're about to marry an old fart, and ugly fat man, you're now a mistress you bitch."

There she goes again, first simple insults then she escalates it fast.

"Same goes for you. You're the only biological daughter of the Taylor family, it should be you." snaps Eva.

"I know, but mother loves me the most, I told her that I didn't;t want to get married yet, and look I'm not! She wanted to protect me so much she hasn't even introduced me to him yet, so the fart does not harass me. And here she is just giving you to him."

Emma's phone rings.

"Yes, mom. Okay, mom, I'm coming. I gotta go, see ya later bitch."

Emma then leaves.

"Miss Eva," says a voice "The wedding is about to start, be out in 1 minute."

She doesn't reply. Instead, she sits and silently listens to voice's feet walk down the hall.

Eva stands up and makes her way to the door. She grabs the handle and opens the door. She walks

down the hall towards the large, grand oak doors of the main cathedral room.

Eva is handed a bouquet of her favorite flowers, white roses, the same as the flower in her hair. Two men grab the raw brass handles of the doors and open the doors in one broad sweep.

The light from the cathedral's room hits her face as everyone stands up and faces the bride. Two young girls go in front of her and start throwing flowers. Eva follows behind them, looking for her husband.

The man who she was supposed to marry should've been sanding in the front of the cathedral, next to the altar, yet he wasn't there.

Eva's heart starts to pound, if he didn't show up, maybe she wouldn't have to get married. He fake smile on her face turns to a real one with the glint of hope she now faces.

Eva makes it to the altar and faces the crowd. She stands there waiting for someone to say something like how her husband would not marry her or he was killed in an accident, anything to cancel the wedding.

Time passes, and he hasn't shown up. Eva looks at her mother, and her face is starting to show signs of worry.

People start to whisper, thinking that the wedding was over or Eva has gotten stood up when the oak doors burst open.

There stands a tall man; he has a tan complexion a dark brown hair done neatly. He has a clean, square jawline and a perfectly sculpted nose. His most prominent feature was his eyes, a deep, dark brown that could be intimidating yet soothing. He was handsome.

The man walks down the aisle in strong, long steps. Everyone is watching him.

He makes it to the altar and grabs Eva's hand. He holds it up.

"This is my wife, anyone who says otherwise is wrong. He then takes the rings, throws one to Eva and puts on his own.

"Be home in 30 minutes," he says to Eva.

He then walks back down the aisle and leaves. Everyone is confused, especially Eva.

What a wedding ceremony.