Loving In Hell
Even Seth took my manicured hands and helped me out of the vehicle in a loving manner, I was starting to feel loved and wanted when Seth bursted my bubbles,
"Don't feel too important, its all a show, dumbass! The reporters need their romantic blah blah blah write ups. Now, let's see those white set of teeth!" He whispered sternly into my ears.
We walked into the bright hall and I fought the strong urge to let my jaw fall at the extravagances and beauty of the hall. It was extremely beautiful.
Whispers brought me out of my trance,
"That's her?! She looks so...ordinary"
"She isn't even pretty!"
"What did Seth see in her?!"
"Are you sure that's her?!"
"I really was expecting her to be hot and model-like"
I had to shut out the remaining whispers. Non of them, not one said a good thing about me. They were all so judgemental. I felt the great urge to cry
but I pushed it away. I can't let them get to me.
"Do you, Jupiter Silverbird take Seth Brown as your lawfully wedded husband to love, cherish and adore for better for worse till death do you part?" The priest asked while I nodded my head forgetting that I was supposed to speak.
"Yes...yes...I do" I stuttered.
She's so lucky she's married to the richest and most handsome man in the country... That's what is on everyone's lips.
She smiles for the world even though its a shaded one.
She loves him but he doesn't.
"He's not actually a charming husband as portrayed, he's something even worse than a monster!"
She's loving in Hell.
Lots of swearing.