Dark Paradise - Joel Miller x OC

The wedding

For the second song of this chapter, it's the Luke McCormick cover I have in mind, check it on youtube, it's good (link in comment).

This chapter didn't turn out as good as I wanted to, but it's been 3 days now and it seems like I can't find a way to make it better. Also, I barely slept last night and now my body is hating me, so it's quite possible I let weird stuff passed from google translation, don't hesitate to point out if anything looks weird.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

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The bride walks down the aisle of the church, her hands clasped to her bouquet, praying with all her might not to fall. All eyes are on her, admiring her long white dress found after hours of scavenging. But she only sees the one who is waiting for her at the end of the lane. Near the altar, the groom's throat is tight with emotion. Finally he will unite his life with the one he loves. To this woman who changed his life. Chloe is tearing up. After weeks of preparation, the big moment has finally come.

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"Joel!! You have no idea of the latest news !!!

-Hello."

The man responds calmly as his lover rushes into the house, throwing her shoes and coat casually in the hall. He doesn't even bother to sigh at this gesture anymore. He knows that no matter how hard he tries, he'll never get her to put her things in order right away. She kisses him quickly before resuming her story.

"You won't believe it!

-Let me guess, Molly found yet another electro CD and you're going to have a big party where you'll force me to dance again?

-Yeah, because you hate it when I dance against you. But you're not so far of it actually. It's a party and it's about Molly.

-Come on, you know I'm not good at this kind of game. Spit it.

-Chris proposed and she accepted!"

Joel turns to her, eyes wide open. Of course, he knows that Jackson's semblance of normality encourages these kinds of traditions, as is the case with Christmas or Easter. They are not the first to get married, but it's still rare. Since he moved here, maybe one couple had gotten married, quietly. But he knows that discretion isn't really Molly's strong suit. His mistress proves him right.

"She wants a big wedding like there was before, like in the movies, and she would like it to be no later than the beginning of March, that only leaves us a few weeks to organize everything.

-Why so fast, she's pregnant or something?

-You know that getting a woman pregnant isn't the only reason to marry her?"

He laughs softly at the annoyed look of his partner. She resumes nonetheless, letting the flow of her thoughts come out of his mouth.

"She just wants to have a snowy wedding. Seriously Joel, you need to help me, I know nothing about how weddings were done.

-I'm afraid mine won't be much of an inspiration. We find an old priest, put her in a dress big enough to hide her condition and that's it. You should go ask Maria.

-Knowing her and Tommy, they probably just had a barbecue wearing cowboy hats. 'Don't think Molly would like that.

-And you think I'd know better than this? Come on, Maria was in her twenties when outbreak came, I can guarantee you she knows about weddings. Just ask her."

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Sitting in a corner of the bar, Chloe scribbles down ideas without paying attention to what's going on around her. The table is covered with to-do lists, letters from residents or security protocols. Tommy and Joel join her, trying to find a place for their glasses through the mountain of papers. The blond whistles in admiration.