Marry Me Again Please

Ivy Hughes 

  "Praise my soul, the king of heaven," The cathedral choir sang as I prepared to walk down the aisle. I furrowed my brows uncomfortably because that wasn't the hymn I chose for the bride's procession. I paid little attention to it and assumed there must have been a mix up.

 I will be getting married to my best friend today. I stepped out of a red range rover with my wedding dress stung on my body like I was born with it. The dress was designed by a popular designer and it costs a fortune. Many thanks to my soon-to-be husband, Ryan, I was able to look elegant on my wedding day. 

The man I will be tying the knot to is one of the A-list actors in New York. I am also an actress but hardly recognized by anyone. I will be deceiving myself if I classify myself as a D-list actor. My grade is lower than that.

   "Where is Evelyn?" I asked my sister, Kayla.

Evelyn is my best friend and my bridesmaid. She left the hotel we lodged last night because of an emergency and hasn't arrived since then.

   "Dunno! I tried her number, but there was no pick," Kayla answered, checking her simple makeover in the car's mirror. 

   "We can't wait anymore. Let's go on without her. I am sure she had her reasons," 

Kayla nodded and smiled at me. We have learned to cherish each other since we lost our parents a few years back.

She clasped her hand with mine and we footed toward the church's entrance, putting on the cutest smiles ever.

Our faces were struck with shock as soon as we took a step into the church. The congregation in the church was more than my expectations. However, that was not the case.  

Another wedding was going on in the church and Ryan, my soon-to-be husband was the groom and there was a bride beside him. Which definitely wasn't me because I haven't even walked down the aisle.

   "I hereby present Ryan Austin and Evelyn Desmond as the newest couple in the world," 

The priest announced and I felt my world crashing. I was oblivious to the shouts and joyful screams that were going on. The last statement the priest made echoed in my ears.

Did Ryan get married to Evelyn?

Was that the reason she left the hotel last night claiming there was an emergency....?

  "Arrgh!" I shrieked.

The shrill garnered everybody's attention and they all turned their heads, fixing their eyes on me. 

Their stares were piercing into my skin. I felt like there were needles all over my body. I prayed earnestly to God to let the ground eat me up. My legs were transfixed. Thinking of the next thing to do was a problem because my head was aching badly.

The betrayals' lips were curled up victoriously. There was neither guilt nor remorse on their faces. It only meant one thing. It has been planned out, but I trusted them so much as not to suspect them.

I pushed the brimming tears back and looked at the congregation faces one after the other until my eyes landed on a man. His amber eyes were shining like a star and his cold expression did nothing to my body but gave me an idea. 

I walked into the church, surprising everyone. Kayla tried to stop me by holding my hand, but I jerked her hands away. She thought I was losing my mind or maybe I was.

I stopped in front of the man with amber eyes, and in front of everyone, I asked him to marry me.