The Mafia Kidnapped Me

(30) The Mafia Married Me.

Pamela couldn't believe it was happening, but it was. She was being walked down the aisle by Henry whom Florence had called just this morning. She had received the news as a shock but had hugged them and had said they were doing the right thing. Peter had been very supportive and had called the church to inform the priest that they were on their way.

Cody had wished them well. June, Bree, and Sally who were only coming to visit again were happy for Pamela, even if Bree thought it was insanity. They had helped her get ready in the dress her mom had gotten married in; it had made her feel closer to her mom than ever.

She couldn't help but wonder if her mother had felt the same emotions she was feeling right now; if when her mom was being walked down the aisle she had been as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, if her emotions and thoughts had been tumultuous and unstable, like a ball fired from a missile, which was ricocheting and bouncing off the four walls of her mind like a pendulum bob in periodic motion.

She couldn't help but wonder if her mom had been as certain as she was right now that she was making the right decision, that she was getting married to the right man; she couldn't help but wonder if when her mom had spotted the man she was getting married to standing at the altar from afar, her heart had swelled with so much love and adoration that it almost drove her to tears.

Pamela was pleased to see that the church had been decorated, albeit sketchily, although it had been impromptu. The wedding band was being played with a violin – totally Devlin's work, she was sure. This was not the way she had imagined she would get married: she had hoped her dad would've walked her, and her mom would've dressed her, she had hoped for an engagement party and a bachelorette, but sometimes things don't always go as one expects. The little audience and under-decorated church would do. She realized today that the most important thing was being with the ones she loves and who love her in return. Making a wedding a huge affair with lots of noise and shindig wasn't the most important thing; the union of the hearts was.

She looked at Devlin again, as he stood by the alter, grinning like a cow, his eyes happy, his stance eager. He was wearing a Channel tuxedo which was left open at the chest area – totally inappropriate for a wedding, but come on, it's Devlin we're talking about here. His dark hair stood in beautiful spikes that one could almost tell each strand apart, on his ears were silver studs which had the same design as the one she was wearing and that made her laugh.

Peter winked at her, her mother's friends smiled brightly when she passed by them, Cody gave a little bow while Florence dabbed at her tears. Pamela smiled at Devlin as she got to his side and Henry stepped back. He grinned boyishly at her.

"We are gathered here in the presence of God and man to witness the joining of Mr. Devlin Gusev and Ms. Pamela Sabrina King in holy matrimony....."

The book the priest was reading from was so big that it prevented him from seeing the bride and groom over it. Devlin took the opportunity to lean in. "Do you like the violinist?" He whispered.

"I knew it. It had you written all over it. What happened to the pianist?" Pamela whispered back looking straight.

"Love is worth celebrating because Apostle Paul wrote in 1st Corinthians chapter 13 and verse 4, that love suffers long, and is kind. Therefore..."

"I eh, sorted him out." He smirked.

Pamela rolled her eyes. "Money?"

Devlin choked on his laughter and it caught everyone's attention. He quickly covered it with a cough. The balding priest lowered his book and adjusted his cylindrical glasses. "Is something wrong master?"

"Not having second thoughts are you?" Peter chipped in and everyone laughed.

"Hell no. Go on, father." He shot Peter his middle finger and mouthed sit on this in a stage whisper.