It was finally the grand wedding of my mom and Mr Marcel Walton. Everything that happened last night at the beach still made me laugh till this very moment. After my mom and Mr Walter had their massages, they both had gone to a bar to get some drinks and my mom got drunk after swelling down lots of whiskeys. Derek and I had tried to answer Mirabel's question in the best way we could. Ever since she saw us staring at each other lovingly, she had kept her doubts about us being step-siblings. Maybe the marriage of my mom with Mr Walton would convince her enough into believing that we're now step-siblings.
Phewww! Derek and I really have to avoid acting as lovers in public since everyone's eyes are on us. It's not been easy truth be told because he's my mate.. You can't expect me not to love my own mate and shower him with affection publicly. My wolf doesn't even understand that we're step-siblings.. Whenever Derek touches me, she sprouts and leaps immediately, purring and jumping around in excitement. She always craves his touches and she has no idea that we can't always crave for each other just anywhere we find ourselves. I really need to learn how to put my wolf under self-control.
My mom's friends, colleagues and a few relatives were already seated in the hall. Special guests as well as visitors have arrived, their faces beaming with warm flashy smiles. The priest stood at the altar with Derek's father, Mr Walton, who was looking stunning as ever in his classy tuxedo that strained around his muscles. Derek doesn't look anything like his father but they're both handsome in their own way.
When I remembered how my mom burped and puked on Mr Walton last night, I couldn't help but chortle where I stood. Almost everyone turned to face me and I had no choice but to clip my lips with my fingers in order to suppress more laughter from erupting.
"While we wait for the arrival of the bride, let the groomsmen come in, please.." The priest announced and I saw a few guys in gray suits walking in in a single file..They all looked stunning and dashing and I knew they were Mr Walton's friends. Mr Walton didn't have any parents to attend the wedding. I heard his parents are late so the only relatives he had were his uncle, his nephew, aunt and a cousin.
Poor Mr Walton… Nonetheless, I'm glad to have him as my father and a part of my family. The whole hall was gracefully decorated with ribbons, balloons, garlands etc.. Beautiful Chandeliers dangled from the vaulted ceiling, illuminating the whole hall and flashing it with different shades of color.
I glanced at my wristwatch, wondering what was taking my mom so long to appear. The priest was already waiting and everyone was anticipating her arrival.. What on earth was taking her so long?
Derek and I exchanged glances. He was in a dark suit, looking so hot and dashing. His spiky long hair was neatly brushed to the back, revealing his perfect oval shape. His cool thick eyebrows were one feature I admired the most in him. At that moment, it was like we should just get married at once.
I pictured wearing a white wedding dress and walking slowly on the aisle, making my way towards him on the altar, with his cool emerald eyes staying on mine the whole time. I imagined him removing my veil and we, exchanging our vows before giving each other a deep kiss; a passionate one..
My eyes blinked and I smacked my forehead as I remembered I was supposed to be on my way to see my mom. Here I was daydreaming about my own wedding when I was supposed to see how my mom is faring at her own wedding.
I grasped my blue long dress and managed to run with it, hoping to check on my mom.
"Mom!" I called as I made my way to her dressing room and there, I saw her, still assessing her outfit in the mirror.
"Mom! You're late.. what have you been doing?!" I asked with creased brows as I walked towards her, My kitten heels making noisy sounds as it clinged to the tiles..
"I told her her make-up was good. I told her her dress was perfect but she still doubted me.." Mrs Brenda, my mom's makeup artist, lamented before dunking wearily on the chair behind her. She was a plump tanned woman with short curly hair and the beads of sweat pouring on her face was a tell tale sign that my mom made her stressed.
"Mom.. What is it? Everyone is waiting.. Your husband is waiting… Now go!" I pestered as I approached her but she bit her lips and glanced at herself in the mirror once again.
Whenever my mom acts this way then it means she is nervous. She's not having any problem with the dress or the minimal makeup on her beautiful face.. She's only nervous and I can tell..
"Mom," I called as I held her hands and she shifted her gaze toward me, her bluish eyes piercing into mine..
"What is it, honey?" She asked, her voice breathy and shaky.
"Look.. I know you're nervous, okay? No one needs to tell me before I know how you're currently feeling.. I understand that you're slightly nervous about how Mr Walton will see you..how the event will go and the fact that you're walking down the aisle the second time… I clearly understand but you don't need to be nervous okay…You're beautiful, you're gorgeous.. you've got everything….the best husband, the best wedding dress, the best party and a supportive daughter. I know you can do this, mom.. you know I believe in you,"
I expressed my thoughts and words of comfort to her and she smiled warmly before cupping my cheeks with her pretty fingers. She tried hard to hold back her tears so she wouldn't ruin her make-up.
"Thank you so much, Isabel.. Thank you," My mom murmured gratefully and I wrapped my arms around her, taking in all of her amazing scent.
After releasing herself from my embrace, I took a good look at her in her dress. She was in a classy white A-line wedding gown. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, tucked within her veil. She looked gorgeous and stunning and I still don't get why she was so nervous and unsure about her appearance.
I've forgotten my mom was a type that gets really nervous whenever she does or engages in special activities. It's not like it's her first time getting married but I guess it's just her nature.
"You're beautiful, mom. Your outfit is amazing and you look stunning in it.. please keep that smile on your face, okay.."
I said as I ran my fingers into her hair, trying to smoothen the tangled edges.
"Now go mom.. go and see your husband..I'm sure he can't wait to see you," I urged my mom and she smiled before letting out a cool breath. She let her nervous face slip into a cool, smiling perfect bride as she walked out of the door and into the hall gracefully. I followed suit, grinning from ear to ear.
Now My mom is finally married and Derek and I are officially step-siblings… but am I really happy with it?