A/n: This is my first FF for this story, but flames are welcome.
Vivian's POV
Today was finally the day. As I looked into the mirror in front of me, I realized how beautiful I really looked. My hair was done up into a high bun, with a couple pieces of hair curled around my face. My white halter dressed hugged me in all the right places, and flowed down past me feet.
"You look beautiful," my mother told me as she poked her head into my dressing room. She came in and closed the door behind her. I smiled and turned back to the mirror, taking my image in some more. My mom came and turned me around while shaking her head. "You are nowhere near ready."
I laughed and sat down on a bench behind me. "I don't care," I said smiling even wider and closing my eyes to allow my mom to put eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara on me, "because I am one hundred percent positive that Gabriel wont."
"Look up," mother ordered me sighing.
"I mean," I started, doing what I was told, "he won't, right?" I tried not to show how panicked I really was, but I'm pretty sure it didn't work.
"Stop talking," mother commanded me, "he will not care, but everyone else will. You are to be the most beautiful woman here, to show everyone that you deserve to be pack-leaders' wife."
I nodded when she moved away and got up to look at myself again. I gasped when I saw.
"I am guessing you like it?" she laughed at the look on my face. All I could do is nod. She looked at her watch and walked toward me, "It's time."
The bells chimed, indicating the beginning of the hour. Mom squeezed my hand as the church doors flew open in front of me and the piano started to play. Everyone turned to look as I started to walk. I couldn't see anything on either side of me. My eyes were glued to the front where Gabriel stood. His eyes were locked on mine and love was flowing between us.
I tried to stay with the music's pace, no matter how much I just wanted to run into his strong arms. Finally, after what seemed like a decade, I got to the other end of the church and turned to look at him. Together, we turned to look at Rev. Williams. He said lines of pointless scripture as I looked at Gabe through the corner of my eye.
Finally he asked Gabriel, "Do you, Gabriel, take Vivian, to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
"I do," he stated holding my gaze.
"And do you, Vivian, take Gabriel to be your wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" Rev. Williams asked me.
"I do," I said almost trembling. Rev. Williams handed Gabriel my ring, and Gabriel's ring to me. I held out my hand and he slipped the ring onto my finger and then held out his hand for me. I took it with trembling hands and somehow got his ring onto his finger.
"You may now kiss the bride," Rev. Williams bellowed out to the church. Gabriel took my head between his hands and leaned toward me. I met him and the middle and we kissed.