Saved by the sea

Chapter 9

The ride in the limo seemed to go on forever...

Probably because it was so quiet there...

And the tension was unbearable...

I was sitting next to Oliver's mother with my fist clenched, trying to push the storm of emotions raging on inside, so I wouldn't start screaming or crying...

I felt so out of place...

The dress was so uncomfortable... my face felt so heavy and itchy... and my hair... the short front pieces were brushing my cheeks...

But the worst part was the feeling in the pits of my stomach... the heaviness... the uneasiness...

I felt as if I was doing something wrong...

And part of me wanted to stop the car... to run...

But my inner fight was interrupted by the car stopping...

So this means we have arrived...

My doors opened and behind them stood my father...

Dressed in a dark grey suit... he looked so good... and so happy...

I felt a deep sting in my heart... and I knew that I couldn't stop this wedding... not when it made my father so happy...

"Beka... you look so gorgeous...your hair... it's... it looks so fresh..."

The comment about my hair was fake... he knew that I loved my hair... he liked it long also... but I still loved that he tried to cheer me up.

"Daddy, you look so sharp."

"Thank you sweet cheeks... But today is your day... I'm so happy for you... I hope Oliver will... make you as happy as I know you deserve to be... I know that I wasn't the best father..."

"Daddy no... you were the best... there was never a moment when I didn't feel loved...or..."

My objections were silenced by my father pulling me into a hug and out of the car...

I felt hot tears running down my cheek...

My father puled back and brushed of the tears from my cheek and laid a kiss on my forehead...

"No crying today... come on... we shouldn't keep Oliver waiting..."

I smiled and nodded letting my father lead me inside...

The whole place was decorated with different shades of pink... it was so pink...

Daddy led me into a big room filled with over a hundred people and Oliver was waiting in front...

At first glances... I could tell that I knew no one here...

My father laid my hand in Oliver's cold one...

He looked as perfect as ever... in a light grey suit and a pink flower pinned to his jacket...

And then the ceremony began... I don't remember most of it...

Probably because I was fighting the nagging doubt that was eating away my determination...

And before I knew it the ceremony was over, Oliver leaned in for the kiss...

The kiss was more like a peck... not the heart and panty melting one I imagined...

But before I could think about it more Oliver led me outside where a group of journalists were waiting for us...

Oliver answered all of their questions...

Telling them our story and how happy we are to finally start a family... how excited I'm to quit my job... how happy I'm to start working in his mother's charity... this was all news to me... and I was trying to stay calm... and not cause a scene ... but it was getting harder every moment...

I almost cracked when Oliver began talking about my father's company... and how happy he is to help my father run it... and how happy he is to take over next year... when my father is retiring...

The whole thing seemed like it was a scene from a nightmare... there were cameras flashing... controversial questions floating... most of them calling me a gold digger and Oliver laughing...

Then there was a sign from one of the staff that it was time for us to return and Oliver said goodby and led us out of there...

I began asking Oliver to explain when I was dragged into a big ballroom as Oliver leaned in and whispered into my ear...

"If you cause a scene I will make you regret it..."

A cold shiver ran down my back...

And I kept quiet... with a fake smile plastered on my face...

While we had our first dance...

While he walked around showing me off as if I was a trophy or any other expensive toy...

Finally he left the main table saying that he will return...

And told me to stay here and stay quiet if I knew what was best for me...

I sank down into the chair and took a glass of  champagne ...

I never liked it... but at this moment... I didn't really care...

Part of me wanted to cry... the other part of me wanted to shout and run...

I felt hurt... and stupid... 

My self pity party was disturbed by my father...

He looked so happy...

His smile warms my heart...

"Honey... I'm so happy..."

His cheeks looked flushed... and by the way he had a hard time constructing sentences I guess he was pretty tipsy...

"Daddy... why don't you sit down?"

"Oh honey... Do you know how much I love you?"

It was kinda cute...

"You are so pretty...you look just like your mother... oh how much I wanted..."

But he couldn't finish what he was saying because Oliver's mother made her way to my table and led my father outside... I guess to a car that will take him home...

I looked in the direction my father was led... feeling sad for him... he never got over her...

My thoughts were disturbed by a young girl...

"Ms, why don't you follow me. I will show you to the room you will be staying in..."

I nodded and followed the girl...

She led me inside to the second floor... We turned left a few times and entered a big bedroom...

She turned with pity in her eyes...

"Mister Oliver will be here in a moment... I was to tell you to be ready for him..."

She said as she was closing the door behind her...

There won't be any getting ready until I know he meant earlier...

So I sat waiting... when I heard the door open...