Dimitri POV

Seeing myself in that black tuxedo before the mirror, I couldn’t help hyperventilate. Finally the dream was coming true. Roza would be mine. Finally we would stay together. Forever.

I looked down at my dress. Gucci tuxedo with Dior shoes…Tiffany’s cufflink and an ornate broach. They had practically drowned me in Gucci perfume. Was I a girl?

Damn them!

The appointed makeup artists had wanted to style my hair too. But I guess my death stare made them back off.

I hated all kind of pomp and show. Lissa had managed to convince both of us to this grand celebration. I knew this was going to be tough.

“Keep calm, Dimitri,” I told myself, “It is a wedding, not a fight with Strigoi. Why are you so nervous?”

I tried to imagine what Rose would say if I told her that I was nervous. Afraid to go at the altar and repeat after the minister. Shame on me!

I was a guardian. I fought Strigoi daily. And look at me. Afraid of my own wedding.

Damn!

I was trying to imagine how Rose would look in her wedding dress. The dress I had handpicked for her would accentuate her figure in a beautiful way. She would look gorgeous even in rags, what to talk of the costly gown in pure silk.

And if the makeup artists get hold of her, (If they do, because she wouldn’t let them) then she would be unrecognizable.

Hope they spare her the makeup or I would ruin the wedding by staring at her all the while.

“Hey, did you see Lissa?” Christian came in with a frown between his brows.

“No, she must be with Rose. They will be dressing up,” I assured.

“Yeah but it has been two hours…”

“Come on,” I said. “It’s their day. Let them enjoy. You know how girls are. They need that extra time we men do not need. They will try on various accessories, this or that, and giggle half of the time. Just relax.”

“Maybe you are right,” he left as abruptly as he had come.

I was not sure if I could have convinced him. I shook my head and took one last look at the mirror before setting out to search for Rose.

I met her halfway to the wedding hall.

I was frozen for a moment. She looked stunning. Her ravishing beauty would have put the moon to shame.

She had her gorgeous, dark hair loosely curled and styled with a diamond headband, behind which trailed her gossamer veil.

The gown had been further designed with little pearls like dew drops and starry crystals, intricately woven into the soft fabric.

She wore stilettoes, spotlessly white and a delicate diamond necklace adorned her neck, paired with diamond studs.

As she neared me, taking each step carefully in her high heels, I could see her whole form shimmer and sparkle under the golden lights. She looked heavenly, an angel descended upon earth.

Her eyes met mine and she lowered them immediately. The rush of colours to her cheek was subtle but it aroused a desire in me which I could not define. I was a mix of love, lust and desire.

I simply smiled and dropped on my knees, extending my hands to her. She was my world. She was going to be mine in a few hours. I thought, nothing could tear us apart again.

Only if I knew then…

A/N Sorry for the delay in updating. Was busy with my Open Novella Contest novel. So this is another update.

Sorry for the cliffhanger. Before we move on. Could you guess the next course of the story? Try friends.

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