It was my wedding day… and, for the first time in my entire life, I was scared. My three bridesmaids (Ella, Angel, and Nudge) had been getting me ready for what felt like days: days of torture.
Cannon began to play and Gazzy took Angels arm, starting down the aisle. My groom's two best friends took the arms of Ella and Nudge then led them down the same path as Angel and Gazzy.
Now it was my turn, but something was stopping me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that this was going to be a mistake. I'd always known, but it was too late to look back out now… I was marrying Iggy. I loved Iggy. I really did, but not in this way and I knew that neither did he. Neither of us wanted this, so why were we doing it?
I felt a pair of eyes on me as I took my first step towards the double doors, and then turned to see him.
He had left as soon as Iggy and I had announced the engagement, said it was too difficult to handle, that he needed an escape. So he left. We sent him a wedding invitation, but I didn't expect him to show. But there he was, in all of his black leather glory.
"Having second thoughts?" he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I looked at him with eyes full of remorse. He knew that this wasn't what I wanted.
Silently, he stepped up towards me then leaned in to whisper something into my ear. "Come away with me. I have my motorcycle. Let's run away to Vegas."
I smiled and then responded in the same fashion, "Let's go."
He took my hand and we ran out the back doors to find his bike parked by the front steps. He turned to me and smiled then pulled me to himself, kissing me the way Iggy had always shied away from.
We both climbed onto his bike then sped by the churches windows, in full view of the entire congregation. My dress billowed as we rode off.
I threw my veil back then leaned in and kissed my newest fiancé on the cheek.
"I love you, Fang."
"Same to you, Max."