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Chapter 1: Preface

Alice's POV

I'm all dressed in white, carrying a delicate bouquet of my favorite flowers; daisies, pink lilies, and poppies. Behind my white veil, I was so close to tears of happiness.

"I can't believe this is actually happening to me!" I silently squealed to my loving father, who is walking arm in arm by my side, unprepared to give me away. He chuckles lightly as he rubs my arm. We followed my little sister, Cynthia, who was gracefully throwing tiny white petals all around her.

"I'm so proud of you, Mary Alice." he whispers to me when we were so close to the altar.

All eyes were on me. The beautiful blushing bride. Me! I felt so beautiful for the first time in my life. I especially felt more beautiful when I saw him standing there, waiting to just claim me as his wife.

I felt my father's arm slip away from me. I turned to look at my daddy for a minute. I almost lost it when I saw that look on his face. His hazel eyes were filled with either glee or sorrow. He was happy for me, but also sad to see that his little bundle of joy is all grown up and about to start her new life without his help.

"I love you, daddy." I softly told him. "I love you so much."

He doesn't say anything else because he promised he wouldn't start crying. So, he simply takes both my hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. After he sat down with Cynthia, I took my place next to my husband-to-be on the altar. We stared at each other with love as the priest began his speech.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the sign of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."

Here I am, staring deep into the eyes of the man I'm soon going to call my husband. My eyes fluttered behind my veil as I take in his handsome features; His sparkling blue eyes were alive with undying love for me, his sandy-brown hair was sleaked back making his strong, chiseled face even more handsome than he already is, his dazzling white smile had me weak in the knees. I mentally did a happy dance as I pictured the rest of my life in his arms with our future children, running around our house somewhere in the country side. I can't wait until this wedding was over...I desperately wanted to get to that future already.

"Mary Alice?" a weary voice broke through my reverie. I blinked several times and focused on the present. The ancient-looking priest stared at me with dull questioning eyes.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked, blushing harder when my guests began to laugh. The priest raised his graying brows at me in astonishment but bit back a laugh.

"Do you Mary Alice," he says, complete relieved and satisfied that I now have his full attention, "take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to have and to hold; and do you promise, forsaking all others, to cleave to him and to him alone, for as long as you both shall live?"

"YES!" I squealed in excitement, receiving another laugh from my guests. The priest gives me that look again and I cleared my throat to excuse my inappropriate behavior. "I mean...I do."

The priest smiles and looks a both me and the man I love and then says, "Who carries the rings?"

My smile vanishes as confusion takes a hold of me. I leaned over and whispered to my husband-to-be, "Did you say "Yes"?

He only nodded as he smirked at my anxious state.

Cynthia hopped off her chair and skipped in front the priest, holding a small white pillow with two golden rings on it. I looked down at my baby sister, and smiled at her. Even though she couldn't see my face through my veil, she returned the loving gesture. I'm going to miss my Cindy. I knew she was going to miss me too because I could see it in those bright green eyes of hers.

"Can I have your dolls, Ali?" she whispers to me, with childish hope in her small voice.

"Sure, but not baby tumbles." I told her, giggling at the jittering joy sparkling in her eyes. "She's my favorite."

Cynthia giggled but was then silenced by the priest who continued on with the ceremony. Turning to my lover, he gives him one of the golden rings.

"What token do you give as a symbol of your affection and of your sincerity and fidelity?" he asks him. I hold out my left hand so the ring could be placed. The priest then starts again, " Repeat after me..." his voice became a total blur as soon as I heard the melodic sound of my soulmate's voice.

"With this ring, I shall bestow it as a token of my affection, sincerity, and fidelity. Will you wear it as a symbol of your own affection, sincerity, and fidelity towards me? "

I stare him with endearment as the golden ban began to embrace my lonely ring finger. "YES!" I cleared my throat after another annoyed look from the boring old priest. "I mean...I will." I silently giggled when the ring was finally settled.

The priest asks me the same question and I too produced my lover's ring. A jolt of pure bliss blossomed inside me when he accepted my token. I was tempted to "whoop" in front of my audience without a care in the world.

I heard a low moan, which tells me that my father actually broken his promise. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Cynthia rubbing daddy's back, as he cried into his hands. I felt my tears breaking out. "It's time for me to go, daddy. I love you." I wanted to say to him, but instead I turned my attention to my beloved soulmate as we listened to the priest's final words.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." He stopped and spoke to the Groom. "You may kiss the Bride."

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip to hold back my giggles, as my veil was being lifted. I heard him laugh when he finally saw me. I opened my eyes to see the clear handsome face of my husband. His blue eyes had an amazing twinkle in them as he bent his head to capture my lips with his. My eyes fluttered shut at the incredible contact.

My life was now complete. I was now Mary Alice Spruce, and James Allen Spruce is all I could ever want.

That was two years ago when I was young and naïve. Completely ignorant to what life had to offer for me. The man I married wasn't the same man I fell in love with. He blinded me with lies and corrupted me with misery. "How did I let that happen?"

I placed the wedding picture back on top of the fireplace, face down, how I first found it. I sat back on the fancy mauve couch, and picked up my glass of vodka. I downed it down in seconds.

This was my usual routine for almost a year. Coming back home from a pointless dinner with pompous rich people, fighting with James for no apparent reason, and drinking my sorrows away until I pass out drunk. Yeah, I guess I had it coming for marrying a man twice my age at nine-teen when I could still be finishing school.

Life is just so fucked up. Especially when it's my life on the line. I sighed in frustration when I poured myself another cup of vodka. Filling the glass all the way up to the rim, I smirked at myself as a lonely tear slid down the tip of my bloody nose.

"This will numb the pain." I muttered, bringing the glass to my lips, wincing when my left eye throbbed painfully. "Bottom's up."


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