chapter 4+

I walked over to my closet trying to shake off my dream. I couldnt help but remember Charles' black evil eyes and his evil grin.

But even more I remembered my angels face. He was so diffrent then the last time I saw him.

I shook my head pushing the memory out of focus. I grabbed the door handles and slowly turned them. I gasped and saw my dress sill were it was. The same golden and white dress. I bit my lower lip and pulled it out. I walked over to the bed and spread it out. I stepped back and looked at it. I sighed and slipped off my shirt and pants.

I slid it over my body till it was in every right spot. I smiled to myself.

There was a tap at the door.

"Come in." I said examining the dress.

Mother steped in with her white dress and scarf. She was very pretty today.

"Darling, you are simply beautiful." she said.

I smiled at her, "I think I may need some help with my hair."

Her smile widened and she stepped over my clothes I threw off and dragged me to Mrs. Evenson's stool.

She brushed out my soft carmel curls and swiftly pinned them up tightly. She clipped tiny golden roses to my hair.

She talked about her wedding day and many other things that I tuned out.

"Charles is a lucky man." she said to me in the mirror.

I smiled faintly. I dabbed on some make-up but not to much. A few swipes of mascara and broze eye shadow.

"Oh now Esme! Its you wedding day! Add some zest." she took eyeliner and traced it under and above my eye and curled my lashes. She also painted my lips a deep red that I disliked very much.

"Thank you." I looked like a zombie bride.

She ran into the other room and got my shoes. She came back and nearly flipped me over to put them on.

Once they were fastened, she got the veil.

Gently she sat it on my head and flipped the clothe in front of my face.

I finally did something by myself and got my flowers. It was white roses along with daisies tied togeter in a large white bow.

"It's time." she said.

I looked out the window and saw everyone waiting...for the bride, for me.

I took a deep breath, "Is father ready?"

"He's been ready for the past ten minutes." she said.

I walked out of the room and don the stairs. At the doorway was father in a tuxedo that was to tight for him.

"You look lovely." he said.

I smiled and turned to mother, "I love you."

"I love you too." she said.

He escorted me to the back door while mother went all the way around the house to reach their over sized back-yard.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Ye...Yes." I choked out.

He pushed the doors open and the pianos started playing very loud.

I saw everyone, on both sides, stand up. The place was decorated in white everywhere.

I saw my two brides maids since that was all mother could get.

They had a blue strapless dress with a gold strip across their torso. Charles had his older brother as the best man and a few other buddys.

I saw all the gentle faces to my left, and right. None were like the dream. Then I looked at the preist too quickly. He was the same man that babtized me when I was 4. I sighed.

Mr. and Mrs. Evenson were smiling at me and their son.

I found mother in the front row nearly crying because I was all grown up.

My second cousin, and best freind, was there also. I smiled so wide when I spotted her I wanted to let go of father and chat with her. But his grip was strong so I obeyed.

My dear freind Heather was one of the brides maids along with Rebecca. Heather use to be my neighbor but recently got married and moved out north. Rebecca was Heather's twin and also got married.

Both of their husbands were looking at me with probing eyes.

I turned my focus to Charles, his hands were clasped together and his back wasnt turned to me. I sighed in releif.

His face was normal and he was wearing a charming smile. His hair was, however, sleeked back. It made his brod figure look more of a man than a 23 year old.

"I love you Esme." Father said finally.

I looked at him with sad eyes but tried not to cry...didnt want the mascara to run.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" the preist asked.

"I do." father said.

"No thats my line." Charles said. The whole crowd laughed.

Father gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked off to mother.

I stood and faced Charles. He lifted the veil from in front of my face to the back. His eyes were normal and green.

I smiled in releif and took his hands in mine.

"Do you Charles Mark Evenson take Esme to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" The preist turned to me.

"And do you Esme Anne Platt take Charles to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

No, I cant. I thought.

"I do." I managed to say finally.

"By the power invested in me...I know pronounce you husband and wife."

Charles looked at me with eager eyes.

"You may now kiss the bride." he said.

Charles waited no longer or sooner and swooped me up and kissed me in front of every family memember to see.

Everyone clapped and cheered and hooted and hollered. I finally let the tears roll down that people beleived were tears of joy.

We sped off and down the aisle hand in hand. We didnt go far since the reception was held in his house.

He pulled the door back so we could get inside.

"We did it!" he said proudly. He kissed me again and again till I couldnt breath.

I saw two large chairs and some littler ones next to them.

We sat there with smiles and watched all our guests file in. I looked over with a smile then back.

Everyone was in there seat in no time and the waitors came around with treats.

I pointed out all of my family memebers and told tales while he did the same. Then out of no where my second cousin and best freind wlked up. She was smiling showing her pearl whites. Her blonde hair was tied back and her black dress showed her curves. Her husband, Blake, was by her side at all times.

"Esme! Its been too long! I turn my back for one second and here you are all grown up and now married." she said.

"I guess I can say the same about you too, " I said gesturing to Blake. He smiled at me.

"I still remember when you fell out of that dreadful tree and broke your leg." she said.

"I do too, " but not for the same reason.

"Well she is all better now." Charles said.

I looked at him, "By the way Charles this Sara Beth, she is my second cousin and best friend."

He nodded and extended his hand out, "Hello Sara Beth."

"Sara...I go by Sara." she corrected.

"Well Sara...Nice to meet you." he shook her hand.

I gestured to Blake, "And this is her husband Blake."

"Hello Charles." Blake said. They both shook hands.

There was suddenly a clink from a fork and glass. I looked in the direction, as did everyone else.

Father was standing up with the fork and glass in is hand. Once he say he had gotten everyones attention he set the fork down and kept te glass.

"Uh Hello...my name is Jonathan Platt. Iam Esme's father." he introduced himself.

"I would like to make a toast but before I do that I'm going to make a speech."

He cleared his throat, "I have been with her since she was born. I saw her smiles and frowns. Ive seen her cry and laugh. Ive been through thick and thin. When shes mad or glad. Sad or happy, Ive been there. Now I know all her little crushes and her fantasy's." Everyone snickered.

"But only one managed to win her heart." He said. He was wrong...in a way. But I smiled.

"I hope that your days together will last in harmony. And that you will look in each others eyes and see the love you have for each other. So heres a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Evenson." he held up his glass.

"To Mr. and Mrs. Evenson, " our guest echoed.

"To us." Charles said. We clinked our glasses and took a sip.

That night dragged on longer than any other. The dances were worse when Charles tipped me over to kiss me for the fans. But what was too much was all the drinks Charles had drank. Which led me here.

"ESME! QUIT HIDING FROM ME AND GET OUT OF THAT BATHROOM! ESME!"

He banged the door so much I was sure it would break down any moment. Then...it finally did.

"Hello Esme." he said.