I was very nervous. Last Friday it was announced that there would be a wedding today; my wedding was today. It was going to be at the end of RAW, and I was still shaking. It was three hours before the wedding and I was sitting in a salon chair getting my hair done. I couldn't stop shaking. "Brooke-Lynn, calm down. You'll be fine."
I looked over to see Amy watching me as her hair was drying. "I don't know if I will be, Ames. I don't know if I can do this."
"It's a little late for that, sis." Stephanie laughed.
"No it's not. I'm very good at weaseling out of things." I had a very low voice, looking around to try and find an exit.
"That's why I'm here, B. To make sure you don't run away." I glared at Jeff who was being one of the girls as normal; he was sitting next to Aurora getting his nails painted. "Phil told me to come and make sure you get to the arena. He told me I was allowed to throw you, kicking and screaming over my shoulder, and carry you to the arena." He looked up to me.
"You could try it Jeff, but I just might have to scream rape." I cocked my head to the side and smiled at him.
"Mark said if you scream rape, I get too, and he won't let Phil interfere. And remember, B, it's not rape if you enjoy it or want me." My jaw dropped.
"One, you did not just say that. And two, Mark wouldn't say that. If I screamed rape and wasn't laughing, you would be dead." I glared at him.
He kissed his lips towards me, "Only if you are the one to pull the trigger." I just laughed.
"Oh God, I never realized how much you and Phil are alike. He says the same thing." But I knew Jeff had just defused the situation. I was going to walk down the aisle, and marry the man that was my one and only. We left the salon all dolled up with our nails done. The limo picked up us girls, and took us to the arena, while Jeff drove back to the hotel.
At the arena there was sparkling cider, and chocolate bon bon's just waiting for us. The show started like normal, but with a countdown to the wedding on the bottom right corner. Throughout the show there would be flashes of camera shots from the bride's room and the groom's room. We got to watch it all too. But half an hour before the wedding when the camera flashed to the bride's room I was told to tell Phil a message because he wouldn't get to see me again before I walked down the aisle. "Phil I love you. I will be as beautiful for you as I can. Oh and screw this up and you'll be in so much pain."
With that Jeff was sent for to help me get into my dress. When he came in so did my mom and Mark. Jeff waved me to strip down to my underwear. I was in a white thong and a strapless white bra. I was still embarrassed when Jeff whistled. Luckily Amy smacked him, and Mark punched him in his arm. He shook his head and helped me fasten my dress which fit even better with both fittings. My mom put my tiara and veil on. She kissed my cheeks and stepped back. Mark stepped forward with a box in his hand.
I cocked my head wondering what was in the box. "It is some jewelry of my mother's. She gave it to me for my daughters. These pieces u picked out for you. Because you are my oldest, blood or not." He opened the box and pulled out a pair of diamond earrings and a ruby and diamond necklace. "Are you sure you want to do this, Brooke? I can kill him and then you don't have too. I'm sure I'd have enough people to help me that they wouldn't find a body."
"I'm sure, Mark. Phil is the man for me, wouldn't trade him for the world." I smiled as my eyes started to fill with tears.
"No don't cry yet Brooke. Not until we get out there for them to see the soft side of both you and me." He offered me his arm and walked me towards the gorilla position. I was held back and waited for Phil's music to hit as the groomsmen went out to the ring. The girls got to go out to their individual music. I looked up at Mark; he smiled as the wedding march played by signaled me to come out.
I would have just run up and jumped Phil, because he looked dead sexy in his tux, but Mark put pressure on my hand like he knew what I wanted to do. When we finally made it to the ring Mark put my hand in Phil's to show he was giving me to him to take care of. I could barely pay attention to the pastor as he did the ceremony. It went fast, as all I could do was stare at Phil.
He squeezed my fingers when I had to repeat the pastor. Finally when we said I do, I jumped Phil. I didn't want to let go; never. He was just as eager to be alone with me. The show cut out while we were still kissing. We didn't want to stop but Jeff had a different idea. "Brooke if you don't stop kissing him, we can't go to the reception. And then you don't get to go back to that nice honeymoon suit in the hotel and fuck each other so much all you do is sleep for a week."
I pulled back from Phil with an outraged and embarrassed look ok my face. "Jeff, can I suggest something?" Phil asked. Jeff nodded. "Run," with that Phil let go of me, and Jeff took off. He didn't make it very far before I knocked him down.
Then the limo arrived and the boys ushered us girls to the limo to get to the club.
