Our wedding took place at the clearing Paul saved me in. I was surprised he had agreed to do the wedding there. That's where he saved me; where my parents died; and where I killed Satarica. He had grinned at the idea, which made me smile in return. The memory of the wedding rushed back into my mind...
I walked down the aisle, a smile on my face, tears welling up in my eyes, cheeks burning from the power of my blush. I held the white flowers in my hand tightly, as though I were to drop it, I'd fall and loose my confidence.
I walked up the three steps the pack had built and Paul took my hand. "Do you, Isabella , take this man to be your husband?" the priest asked.
"I do." I said quietly, 'cause that's all I could manage.
"Do you, Paul, take this woman to be your wife?" the priest asked once more.
"I do." Paul voice rang loud and clear, victorious. "'Till death do you part, I announce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Paul turned to me, just as I turned to him and his eyes were glowing with pride and love. He lent over and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to lengthen the kiss. I felt more confident than I ever. Paul's lips curved into a smile against my own and gently pulled me away from him. My cheeks burned and he laughed.
When we turned to the audience, they erupted into cheers and Emily and the other imprints were the first to run up and hug me. They were smiling and saying "congrats!"
I smiled up at my new husband. His arms tightened around my waist, "I love you..." he whispered into
my ear. "Love you, too." I whispered back. We continued blissfully in our moment where we could just leave the world around us and drift someplace else...
I turned and kissed him on his lips...