Chapter 14. Nobody Move
The bachelorette party didn’t involve any strippers, much to Cecilia’s disappointment. We decided to bar hop. Most of the women that were at the dinner rehearsal came with us. I didn’t want to do the bachelorette party, to begin with. It was Jesse and Adelina’s idea. I would have rather been home with Angel.
Since the girls were with their mom, they were able to drink. We danced and drank, then switched clubs and did it again. People were handing me all kinds of shots.
By the time I had a strong buzz, I stopped and started rejecting the drinks. I didn’t want to get too messed up.
I was going back to the mansion. The boys would go back there too, but I wasn’t allowed to stay in the same room as Angel.
It was supposedly bad luck. I didn’t mind not breaking this one rule. I wasn’t usually superstitious, but I didn’t exactly have a run of good luck.
When we got home, I staggered into the kitchen to eat something to sober up a bit. I didn’t want to be hungover on my wedding day. I would save the drinking binge for the reception.
When I was finished eating the turkey sandwiches that I made, I headed upstairs. The hallway was dark. I was one of the last ones to bed and possibly one of the soberest. I was pretty sure the boys weren’t home yet.
I changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. I curled up under the blanket on Angel’s side of the bed. I wasn’t used to sleeping without him, and the bed still smelt like him. I inhaled deeply and buried my face further into the pillow.
I’m going to be a married woman tomorrow—The thought astonished me still. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was happy that Ace agreed to walk me down the aisle, but I wished it would have been my dad.
Between the alcohol and the route my thoughts took, I started to cry. I sobbed heavily into the pillow.
Suddenly I felt the bed shift. I gasped and looked up. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was Angel.
“Why are you crying, mami?” Angel murmured.
“I-I’m not,” I choked. “What are you doing in here? You were supposed to sleep in the other room.”
He snorted. “Yeah, right, if I’m not in here with you, I won’t get any sleep. I’m so used to cuddling up to you. Besides, it’s probably a good thing I came in.” He said the last part as he wiped his thumb across my cheek. He stared at me, questioningly.
“It’s bad luck,” I argued.
“Really? You’re not the superstitious type, mami. What’s really going on?” He asked as he trailed his hand up my thigh. His face was only an inch from mine.
I could tell he had drunk quite a bit, but like me, he didn’t get drunk. He must not have wanted to be hungover either.
I sighed. “Better safe than sorry. I don’t have a good run of luck.”
“My luck isn’t usually too bad,” he said and smirked.
I couldn’t argue with him. It was a waste. He would stay in here no matter what I said. The truth was, I didn’t think I would be able to sleep without him either. Most of the time, when we were apart, we stayed up on the phone all night talking.
“Are you going to tell me?” He asked worriedly.
I didn’t want him to think I had cold feet. I didn’t want him to think that it was about him at all, so I answered him. “I was thinking about my dad,” I said.
Angel sighed and pulled me into him. “I’m sorry, mami. I’m sure it’s hard. I don’t blame you for being upset. You do know that my dad doesn’t have to walk you. It was merely an offer. You can pick someone else,” Angel said.
“N-no, it’s okay. I just always thought my dad would do it. You know? I’m glad your dad offered to do it. I want him to be the one to do it. I just miss my parents, that’s all,” I said. More tears fell down my cheeks. I wiped them away and sniffled.
Angel pulled me into him. He kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry, mami. I would give anything to fix it,” he said.
I buried my face in his chest and curled the rest of my body into his. “I know you would. I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” he murmured.
After a moment, he started to hum a song that he knew put me to sleep. Not many people knew about it. It was a song my dad used to sing to put me to sleep.
I yawned loudly and cuddled further into him. I closed my eyes and tried hard not to think about my dad or tomorrow.
Within minutes of Angel humming the song, I was out like a light.
When I woke the next morning, Angel was gone. I yawned and stretched. Well, at least nobody would be able to give us shit for sleeping together last night. I climbed out of bed and got dressed for the day.
The wedding ceremony wasn’t until three o’clock. I had to get my hair and make-up done. I would put on my dress last.
Ace and Aria owned a beach house nearby, which is where we were going to get ready.
Angel and I were going to Hawaii for our honeymoon. Angel bought a house down there recently, and neither of us have seen it yet. Angel sent some workers down there to get it ready for us. Angel had seen images of it, but I haven’t at all. All I knew was that it was near the beach as well.
There was a knock on my door as I was grabbing some of my things.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened. It was Adelina. “Hey,” she said. “Are you ready to go to the beach house?”
“Yes, I am,” I said.
Adelina took one of my bags for me, and we headed downstairs.
“The boys are already gone,” Adelina informed me.
“Okay,” I said.
They had to set some things up out back of the house so that we could sneak into the front. Adelina, Aria, Arianna, Cecilia, and I climbed into the limo. Andersen was driving us. He put my bags in the trunk.
Andersen was the one who was driving us to the airport later tonight as well. Angel had asked Andersen to be the one to do it.
It was only the second time I had been to the beach house. I marveled at it. I loved this beach house. Most of the walls were made of glass. However, many of the windows you could only see out and not in.
We headed upstairs to the master bedroom. I went into the bathroom and changed into a white robe. The rest of them changed into royal blue robes. Royal blue would be the color of their dresses.
Even though Aria and Ace weren’t really in the wedding, we asked them to dress to our color code. I would wear all white except for the royal blue jewelry that I wore for the ball. Angel was wearing a black tux with a royal blue tie.
I liked the last hairdresser so much that I asked him and some of his employees to come to do our hair. They wouldn’t be here for another hour yet.
Aria headed downstairs to make us some lunch. We stayed up in the room.
“I wonder if they are done down there yet,” I said.
“I’m sure they are. They didn’t have much to do,” Adelina said.
Arianna sat down beside me on the edge of the bed and smiled. “Are you nervous?”
“Mm, maybe a little. Not about marrying Angel, but about the crowd. I’m worried I’ll trip and fall or something,” I said and chuckled.
“Nah, don’t worry. Dad won’t let you fall,” Arianna said.
After a few minutes of silence, Adelina spoke. “What was with you and Gage last night?”
Arianna’s lips parted in surprise. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“Whatever you two slow danced,” Adelina smirked.
“So, what?” Arianna shrugged. “It was just a dance. It’s too soon to even think about another boyfriend anyway.”
“You think he’s hot,” Adelina accused.
“Pfft, well, duh, but that isn’t what you asked!” Arianna hissed.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Man, I wish my twin sister was still around too. I bet our conversations would be a lot like yours.”
“It’s a twin thing,” we heard as the door opened. Aria came in and smiled. She ordered us some pizza. “Hungry.”
“Starving,” I said.
The other girls agreed.
Aria handed out paper plates with a couple of slices of pizza on it.
My hair was done halfway up in a similar do as the last time. There were blue flowers in my hair. Instead of wearing a veil, I settled for a tiara. I slipped into the white dress. It was sleeveless. The bust and torso had a sparkly flowery design on it. The dress was tight until the knees then it flared out.
I stared at myself in the mirror nervously. I heard the knocking on the door and the voices behind it, but I tuned it out. I took deep breaths to steady myself.
“Mia?” A deep voice asked.
“Ace?” I squeaked and looked at the door.
“Is everything okay?”
I’m falling apart, but you know other than that, I’m fine–I thought to myself. I didn’t dare say that out loud. I didn’t want to freak anyone out. It was more the crowd that scared me. What if I forgot my lines or dropped the ring?
“Mia, it’s okay to be nervous,” Ace said softly. “Just focus, it’s Angel. This is what you want, right?”
Somehow I found strength in his words. Of course, that is precisely what I want. I want Angel. I threw the door open.
I nodded sheepishly at him. “I’m sorry. It’s the crowd, really. I want to marry him. I’m just worried that I will fall or drop something.”
“Come on, I won’t let you fall,” Ace promised and held his arm out.
I smiled and looped my arm through his. I never thought I would get past his dad being intimidating, but the more I got around him, the more he grew on me. Ace was kind of sweet.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
“Thanks for walking me,” I said.
We headed down the steps and to the back door. The girls all asked me if I was okay, and I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice. I could hear the music outside.
We slowly made our way out the back door and toward the aisle. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. When everyone was out of our way, I locked eyes with Angel.
Angel’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped at the sight of me.
A smile spread across my face. If Ace hadn’t of been there to hold onto me, I would have run down the aisle. I was impatient to get to him. I knew my relatives, and his were in the crowd somewhere, but all their faces disappeared.
When I finally reached him, Ace placed my hand in Angels. Angel pulled me into him suddenly and smashed his lips to mine.
Most of the crowd applauded and whistled loudly.
“Jesus Christ, boy, you are supposed to wait until after you’re married,” Carlos said.
Angel broke the kiss and chuckled. “Sorry, papa, I couldn’t wait that long.” Angel’s gaze swept over me.
I giggled at his reaction.
The rest of the crowd bursted into laughter.
We asked Carlos to keep the ceremony short, and we decided not to write our own vows. We figured two speeches was enough. We signed the marriage license after we lit a candle.
When Carlos finally got to the end and pronounced us man and wife, I leaped toward Angel. My body language wasn’t exactly appropriate for the crowd, and I didn’t care.
A loud siren broke me out of my daze. Angel and I broke apart as the sirens grew louder. We looked up to see several cop cars coming toward us.
“Is this some kind of joke?”
Angel looked down at me, confused, and shrugged. “I have no clue.”
Several cops climbed out of their cars and pointed their guns at us. “Nobody move!”