The Forbidden Ties

Happiness POV

Age 17

"Oh baby, you look stunning." My mom, Daisy, gushed at me.

I scan down my outfit for today's event, and I'm quite satisfied with what I'm wearing. A halter neck styled Tosca dress that crosses over to the front, fitted waist, leg slit. This should be appropriate enough to attend one of the biggest events this year.

I glanced at my Dad, who is still grumbling about how big his munchkin has grown, as he got into the driver's seat of the car. He has been grumbling since he saw my dress, and mom had told him to look at how much of a woman I have become. We got into the car and we headed to the airport for the wedding.

The event has been attracting the media's attention since the moment the Smiths first announced it. And that is their son's wedding.

Mason Smith's wedding. Today, at the age of 29, Mason would tie the knot with his future wife. That is why we are all here in the car heading to the most phenomenal wedding hall in Los Angeles.

On getting to the building, my heart was beating fast as I stared at the grand entrance. The place is packed with celebrities, too many faces I recognize from TV– actresses, actors, politicians, socialites, supermodels, singers and business people.

When we arrived at the reception - a hall so huge and glamorous, filled with even more well groomed guests - my breath caught in my throat. There are reporters interviewing some guests and the media staff interviewing the event. This wedding will definitely be aired on television, though it might not be broadcast live.

My mom strides towards Mira, Mason's mom, who's standing in one of the rows near the altar, looking beautiful in her silver, long sleeve gown,her hair styles in an elegant twisted bun. She waved when she saw mom, and we approached her. She greeted mom with a hug, and a light peck on her cheeks. She greeted my Dad with a hug too.

"Happiness." She beams, finally turning to me,her eyes sparkling with delight. "Look how big you've grown. So beautiful." We hugged each other, a warm smile on my lips.

"Thank you ma'am." I said, pulling from the hug.

"Come sit here." She gestures for us to sit with her. Mom sits beside her. Dad is next to her, and I am on her other side. I can't help but travel my eyes around the place. I have never been in a hall this big.

Mr Smith Snr came over to our table to talk to his wife. He seemed overwhelmed, they both do. Of course their son is getting married, they must be feeling emotional. I looked around trying to find my uncle, Max, but he was nowhere to be found.

"I can't believe it's finally happening." Mom's voice brought me back, causing me to shift my attention to her. "Can you believe it? He's finally getting married to the love of his life. They're finally tying the knot after seven years of being together." She smiled lovingly.

"They wanted to do it earlier, but they had to wait until Sandra finished her PhD degrees in London." A woman behind us said. "Two years of long distance was nothing to them, in fact, it made their relationship even stronger. Once she came back, everything went so fast, and here we are now." She tells her partner.

"I heard Mason visited her almost every weekend. I'm so happy for them both. She is Mason's first love." Her partner said.

"Mom, I can't find Uncle Max. Can you text him to know where he is? I haven't seen him in ages." I said to my mom, tuning the women behind me out.

"Okay dear. Let's see." Mom said bringing out her phone and texting him. "He said he's upstairs, in the groom's room. Room 245." She told me, and I stood up to excuse myself.

"Don't stay long, the ceremony is about to start." My Dad advised.

"Okay Dad. I'll be right back." I told him as I walked towards the exit.

I asked the security around how I could get to the elevator and he directed me. After getting off the elevator, I strolled down the hallway, my footsteps light and eager on the soft carpet, I couldn't help but glance at the doors along the way, each one holding the quiet promise of a different story. Finally, I spotted it-the door with the number 245. I paused for a moment, before pulling the doorknob.

There's someone in a suit and matching trousers facing the window, deep in thought. He didn't even realize he was not alone.