~~~Annabelle's POV~~~

"... I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride" announces the minister and l stare into the eyes of my new husband.

Matt leans towards me and places the smallest kiss on my lips. I get the feeling if he could, he would have kissed me on the cheek.

I know you are probably curious on what my new husband looks like.

Well, for one thing he is TWICE my age! He is 39!

In case I didn't mention I am only 20.

Mr White has short dirty blonde hair with a few grey hairs, here and there. He was very skinny and lanky but his suit was obviously tailored to show his advantages and to hide his flaws. He had light blue eyes that were ice cold.

Abruptly he turns me and we start to walk down the isle. His grip on my hand is so tight, I think he has cut off the blood flow to my fingers. I fake a smile at all the people that have come to the wedding.

My wedding.

Oh God, what have l done!

I have married a complete stranger and I have no way of getting out, unless he dies. He may be older than me but I don't think he is old enough to die on me and anyway l don't wish death on a complete stranger, he could be really sweet for all l know.

Enough of those thoughts! I'm sure he will be a good husband and partner.

"Smile like you mean it!" Matt barks into my ear while still managing to smile at the guests.

"Yes, sir." I answer back, while trying harder to smile at the people offering their congratulations.

"Good, you know how to answer me at least. You aren't such a lost cause after all." he quickly whisperers before turning and kissing my mother on the cheek.

She turns her head to give a glare and mouths "Remember how lucky you are."

How could I forget when you shove it in my face every chance you get!

If you haven't noticed, in my head , sarcasm RULES, but of course I can't use that kind of language out loud. It would put the family in a bad position.

"Let's go have our first dance.I hope you've learned the steps." my now husband pulls me to the dance floor. I wouldn't be surprised to find my arm covered in bruises tomorrow.

Does he have to question every single thing l do? Then I remember and smile a little to myself.

In a small act of pissing my mother off, I never get the dance right and my husband must have been told that.

In fact, I am a great dancer, or so my partner told me. The one I mentioned when I went out to a club and lost my virginity. He was an awesome dancer as well.

I may sound arrogant but in my world you either know you can do something and prove it or you are brought down every chance someone gets, just to prove that you aren't good enough.

One small solitude I have for myself is dance, but I never let my mother know I can dance. She would ruin even that small joy I have found.

I have spent countless hours practicing all different styles and my favourite has got to be the tango and the salsa. I mean who would not want to watch that!

The dances are so passionate and real, you are free of rules and can move your body mostly the way you want. There are only a couple of rules in the tango but the end result is spectacular.

Mr White leads me onto the dance floor and we begin dancing.

I am really tempted to step on his shoes or ruin the dance somehow just to annoy him but I think better of it. The way he is crushing my hand, I dare not to.

It is beyond hilarious to watch my mother red with anger and frustration when I purposely mess up the steps to what may be the simplest dance ever made.

For this time only I let myself get lost in the slow music and just dance. I want to forget all about my life right now.

We are dancing the waltz and I have to stop myself from laughing. My husband is the worst dancer I have ever seen. He cannot even keep a simple back and forth step with a little turning. We are not doing the posh and complicated version of the waltz.

And they all thought I coudn't keep up.

Watch this bitches!

We finish the dance and my husband cannot wait to get out of my embrace. He bows to me, for the sake of formality and kisses my hand and leads me to our table so sit down while he goes off somewhere.

"Do not move from here, or the next couple of hours, you would have wished never to be born." he says near my ear before he disappears off to talk to the bridesmaids.

The only people I know in this room are my parents and no one else. Guess it's sit here like an idiot hour.

I watch the people in the room and can't help but feel excluded and lost.

Isn't this supposed to be my wedding day? The day that I will remember for the rest of my life and tell my children about? My dream day, where l was the happiest in my life?

This sure does not come close to that.

Nobody even pays attention to the bride and I can't find my groom or 2 of the bridesmaids around from just a second ago.

I know it's pretty sad that the best day of my life was going out and getting drunk and loosing my virginity to a stranger. It was one of those secluded bars not the new and flashy disco places. The people were normal and surprisingly very welcoming.

Well provided one of them did get in my pants.

I danced for hours and drank, but not too much. I mean I still had to return to my mother the next day.

You can't really explain why everyone has to whisper and there should be no bright lights around you when you were in your room all night.

Having been trained for years to just sit there and be quiet, my wedding reception went by pretty fast.

Now as the guests are beginning to go into their hotel rooms that were provided for everyone and included in the invite. I mean we are in Hawaii.

I look around again for my husband and see that he has finally re-appeared to his own wedding.

In my slight drunkenness that night, l told my whole story to that complete stranger that has shown me the most kindness and respect than my own family. I wish I could keep in contact with him but if anyone sees a strange man's name in my phone I am good as dead.

"Snap out of it!" my mother suddenly hisses in my ear. I slowly look up to her, l don't even jump anymore when they just creep up on me.

"Yes, mother." l answer back.

"Go and see if Matt is okay. Don't just sit here and look pathetic." and with that she walks away and continues to talk to the people left in the room.

I stand up and arrange my dress so l don't step on it and rip it and start to make my way over my very attentive husband. Just not to me.

"Oh honey, l was just going to come and look for you." Matt smiles at me from where he was talking with the 2 bridesmaids that have re-appeared as well. Their hair no longer sleek but still styled.

"I am starting to get a little tired.Do you mind I feel go to our room so I can get some rest?" I ask almost nervous for his answer.

"Yeah, sure go on. I'm not sure when I will get there though. I have some guests to attend to." That caused a couple of giggles from the bridesmaids behind him.

"OK, l will see you later." he pulls me in for a hug and whisperers angrily in my ear.

"That little stunt will not go unpunished. Now go and leave me alone. You will cause less trouble in the room." he pulls away but sends me wink to convince the whole room that those whisperers were something else completely.

I turn around and walk out of the room and head for the secluded little house that will be ours for the next 2 days.

Yes, my honeymoon is 2 days because that's how long he has business here for, or that's what I'm told.

I can't wait and get out of this dress, as much as I love it, it is now tied to probably the worst day of my life, and that's saying something.

I walk into the house and see a note on the bed.

'If you are reading this then that means I have sent you to bed. There is no need to beat around the bushes. I am not staying with you but probably with one of the bridesmaids. Just a heads up, you have no right to be jealous or nasty to her in any way. Another thing; just because i will be entertained elsewhere does not mean that you are allowed to be alone with any other man.

You are mine, no matter how ugly you are.

If it is a woman however find a way to contact me so I can come and watch.

You will not see me until the flight , where you are expected to be early. Not on time but early. You are only allowed to walk on the beach and on the island.

I think I am being pretty reasonable here and expect you to treat me with the up most respect and to worship me, we are married now.

You are to attend all the meetings and balls that require a partner and not embarrass me in any way, shape or form.

When we arrive at the house we will unfortunately be sharing, there will be a set of rules that you will need to follow.

I have spent way too much energy into this letter for someone who I don't care about.

You know what is expected of you when I am with you at night but I sure hope never to be that desperate.

Yours sincerely

Matt White'

I place the letter into a draw on the bedside table and go change.

I am not even slightly surprised at that rather wonder full letter. At least he took the time to write it.

Looks like my married life is going to be just peachy.

~~Unknown POV~~

That lucky bastard.

He gets to marry that gorgeous woman.

Any man would be lucky to marry her but it seems my friend does not see what he has.

Her light brown hair shines and sometimes in the light it looks like pure honey. Her figure is that of a woman not of the stick bridesmaids clinging to Matt. She is the image of perfection.

However the whole day I've been watching her , she did not look even remotely happy for a woman on her wedding day. Don't women love this shit?

She must have noticed that Matt snuck off to have a quickie with both of the bridesmaids. Some things will never change.

As the best man, I thought it was me who was supposed to sleep with them and I was going to but as soon as I saw her, something in me clicked and no other woman was as perfect as her or anywhere close to her.

Right now she is walking out of the ballroom and Matt just turns back to the sluts and resumes flirting with them.

Feeling not like myself , I follow her out of the room and see her walking down a path. This must be the way to their honeymoon house.

Again, lucky bastard.

For the first time this whole day, she relaxes and her back isn't so stiff anymore.

Bringing myself back to reality, I realize that if she just turns around she would see me following her.

What the hell am I doing!

With that I turn around and make a detour to go to the beach.

Letting the waves drown out my thoughts about my best friend's wife.

~~~Edited: 28.07.2015~~~