America POV
It was Maxon and Elise's Wedding. I was sitting in the second row with my fiancee, the prince of Spain (aka princess nicoletta's brother). The rest of the Elite that had come for the wedding sat behind me. I watched as Elise walked down the aisle, looking beautiful as ever. Her gown was sweet, simple, and well...simply...Elise! It had a plain bottom with tiny crystals on it. It had a lace overlay, making the dress sparkle every time she moved in it.
I saw Maxon, his eyes trained on Elise with his mouth set in a thin line. I resisted the urge to laugh, he was just damn handsome. I quickly reminded myself that I was here to support Elise, not to drool over Maxon. I had to accept that whatever I...We... used to have was gone. With a pang of regret, I realized that I had lost Maxon, my Maxon, My best friend.
As I turned to look at Elise again, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned back around. Maxon was staring at me, a look of sadness and regret on his face
Maxon POV
There she was. The person that was supposed to be walking down the aisle. My America, my beautiful America whom I had let go of. I believed I stared too long because she looked down and blushed before turning back to Elise.
Now, don't get me wrong, Elise isn't a bad person but she's not America. So, as I stood at the altar, I realized that I was going to do the unthinkable: I was going to object my own wedding.
America POV
"Do you, Elise Whisks take Maxon Shreave as your lawfully wedded husband?(Sorry I don't know how it goes) " The priest said. He looked bored, like he had done it a hundred times before. Considering Sylvia's method of doing stuff, he probably did. "I do!" Elise said excitement creeping into her voice. "Do you, Maxon Schreave take Elise Whisks as your lawfully wedded wife?" This is it, this is the moment my life is going to crumble. "I-I don't" Maxon said