I Don't Wanna Be in Love
I Don't Wanna Be in Love
A/N: I don't own ANYTHING that as to do with Sweeney Todd. I know, I'm sad too…
Chapter 3: Wedding Bells Ringing
Johanna watched as the Beadle plastered a fake smile on his greasy face. He took her hand. "Come, Miss Johanna," he repeated, giving her a tug in his direction.
Johanna followed reluctantly down the hall and stairs. She could hear the organ music playing. She peaked around the corner to see the room filled with people. Turpin stood at the alter, wearing his best suit.
She heard the music change to the wedding march and heard the people stand. The Beadle pulled her forward and she took a deep breath. They entered the room and Johanna felt tears of defeat threatening her eyes. She had thought of every possible way to get out of this and, yet, here she was, walking down the aisle. She looked at the faces of the people, a majority of the women smiled and men had lustful looks on their faces. She looked forward to the alter and saw Turpin shuffling on is feet, a broad smile upon his face.
As they reached the alter, the Beadle lifted her veil and placed her hands in Turpin's. It was all Johanna could do to not cringe in disgust. He smiled down at her and led her to the priest.
"You look stunning," Turpin said before the priest started. Johanna shivered in disgust but managed to mask her face.
As the priest spoke, Johanna became lost in thought. She repeated what she was told to and put the ring on Turpin's finger, but she didn't really comprehend anything that was happening. When the priest asked for objections, Johanna looked out into the crowd. She was sure there was a look of longing on her face for someone, anyone to object but there was no one.
The priest clasped his hands together. "May I now pronounce you husband and wife," He turned to Turpin. "You may kiss the bride." He said, happily.
Johanna watched Turpin, unable to mask her fear and uncertainty. His lips moved to hers and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. When he stepped back, he flashed her a smile. He clasped her small hand in his and they turned to the crowd of people. "Please join us for dinner and dancing in the ballroom," he announced, happily.
Johanna sat at the table, pushing the food around on her plate. She didn't eat but quickly down the glass of champagne that Turpin allowed her. The orchestra began to play music, and Johanna felt herself being pulled from the table. Turpin pulled her to the empty dance floor. He took her hand and placed his own on her waist. He spun and twirled her throughout the song, and Johanna was relieved when it was over. She sat at the table for a few hours as the others danced and had a merry time.
She stole several sips from Turpin's goblet, tasting the stronger substance, grateful for it. Just past midnight, the orchestra played their last song. Johanna felt herself suppressing a yawn, as Turpin walked back to the table. He pulled her up and placed an arm around her. "Thank you all for coming." He said as he and the Beadle ushered people out.
Johanna stood by the table, nervously awaiting what was to come. Turpin showed the Beadle out before sending the servants home and returning to Johanna. "Let us retire, my dear," he said. "I'll be right behind you." He motioned for her to head up the stairs.
Johanna nodded and headed slowly up the stairs. She walked to her room and turned the handle only to find the door locked. She heard Turpin chuckle from behind her and stiffened. "Now, now darling. We're married. No need for you to stay in that room when you could join me." He said. Turpin put his arm around Johanna and pulled her towards his room.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay...and the short chapter...
up next...the wedding night