I don't know why, but I'm nervous. I hope I don't trip on my dress, that would be so embarrassing.

The doors open and the piano begins to play a classical wedding tune as I place my hand in the crook of uncle Jacob's (Liyana's dad) elbow. I chose him to walk me down the aisle because regardless of the situation, uncle Jacob has always treated me like his own, as if I'm just another Liyana to him no matter what the situation was.

We walk down the aisle and I begin to feel self-conscious. I feel like everyone's eyes are on me - obviously their eyes will be on you, you dumb bitch, that's the whole point of a wedding - because I look like shit. I mean, I was feeling pretty confident to begin with, but now, not so much. I feel like I'm going to be sick. However I keep my head help high to exert the confidence that everyone thinks I have, and continue walking forward.

I look up, and my eyes clash with the most beautiful pair of hazel green eyes. Slightly calming me and reassuring me.

When we get to the altar, uncle Jacob shakes Romeo's hand and leaves a kiss on my forehead before placing my hand in Romeo's so he can help me up. The moment I place my hand in his, sparks shoot through my whole body, exciting me.

I thank Romeo and with awe filled eyes, he whispers "you're the most beautiful girl in the world mia belleza, and nobody can tell me otherwise."

My heart stuttered for a moment before I gave him the most dazzling smile I could utter. I look at him up and down, and see his tailored suit that fits him deliciously. When I look back into his eyes, I see him smirking at me.

Our staring contest is interrupted by the priest who is beginning the ceremony "Today," he begins "we are gathered here, in holy matrimony, for the marriage of Ms. Amélie Levine Beaumont and Mr. Romeo Angelo Basilio."

He looks towards Amara - who is the ring bearer (we don't have groomsmen or bridesmaids) - to bring the rings.

"If Mr. Basilio could take Ms. Beaumont's ring and repeat after me whilst putting her ring on." The priest says.

Romeo, takes my ring and places it at the tip of my finger, when I see the ring, I almost gasp. It's my dream ring, I can't believe he got it right.

"Please repeat after me Romeo," the priest asks "I Romeo Angelo Basilio,"

"I Romeo Angelo Basilio," Rome repeats.

"Take you, Amélie Levine Beaumont, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish always." The priest finishes.

"Take you, Amélie Levine Beaumont, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish always." Romeo repeats, sliding the ring on my finger, whilst intensely keeping his earth green eyes on mine, warming my body, mind and soul.

"Now, if Ms. Beaumont could take Mr. Basilio's ring and also repeat after me whilst putting his ring on."

I nod and grab Romeo's black tungsten ring encrusted with a line of crystals.

The priest begins "please repeat after me Amélie, I Amélie Levine Beaumont,"

"I Amélie Levine Beaumont," I repeat.

"Take you, Romeo Angelo Basilio, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish always." I repeat after the priest whilst looking between Romeo's piercing eyes and sliding his ring on his finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!" The priest finishes.

You may now kiss the bride! SHIT! I forgot we had to kiss. Well, here goes nothing.

Romeo wastes no time grabbing my face in his calloused hands and smashing our lips together and dipping us downwards (sending tingles throughout my whole body as well as sending a pool of arousal to my lingerie panties). Dieux [God], I could do this forever.

Dio [God], I could do this forever. Her soft, warm lips on mine feel like heaven. It's an unexplainable feeling. Kissing her feels like this is the first time I've breathed. It feels like she's pumping my veins with life and fulfilment. Before feeling her lips on mine, I didn't know what living was.

Just as I'm about to make our kiss less PG rated and delve my tongue into her hot, wet mouth, we're interrupted by the priest announcing "every one give it up for Mr and Mrs. Beaumont-Basilio." Making our guests give us a round of applause and leave me with no their choice but to rip my mouth off of my wife's.

Just as she tries to bring her head closer to mine, trying to go in for another kiss, I slightly pull back to see her pouting and lightly shake my head at her antics. With big, beautiful, ocean-blue doe eyes like that, how could I resist giving her anything she wants in the world. So I give her 3 last pecks on the lips and pull us both back up, bringing her close to my body "later tonight baby, we'll be able to do all those things and more. That's a promise mia belleza [my beauty]" I whisper, my words brushing past the shell of her ear, making her shiver. I smirk at the effect I have on her.

I pull away from her and take her hand, intertwining our fingers together, cherishing the feel of her soft, silky, smooth hand against my rough, calloused one. I pull our locked hands up to my mouth and my eyes flutter closed as I place 3 relieved kisses on the back of her hand. (Considering that before we were officially married, she was the biggest target, but now that we're married, no one would dare harm a hair on her head. Just the way I prefer it to be)

We walk down the aisle, hand in hand as white, pink and red rose petals are showered on us by the guests. At the end of the aisle, I pause and Amélie stops in her tracks too, she looks at me worriedly, her breath picking up.

Her father. He's back.

BANG! BANG!

Two gunshots. Two gunshots is all it takes for my world to change completely.