Chapter 12

《Nathan Harrison》

So today is the wedding day where I will end my bachelor life at age of 19. Woah…I’m too young to get married though but I can’t do nothing about it. I walked in front of the big mirror and watched myself in my wedding suit.

Okay this is it, Nathan . You can do this, you are not weak. It's just only for temporary. Just remember not to fall in love or make her to fall for you. Please be caution all the time, will you.

The ceremony happened to be held in the garden at Dawson’s mansion and as I said before only the family members and some of Mr Dawson’s friends attended the ceremony. I was standing on the altar with the priest in front of me, waiting for my bride-to-be, Bella Dawson.

The setting of the wedding was nicely decorated which Mr Dawson hired one of the famous wedding planner in LA who I forgot her name; the white altar, medium white cake, and everything was white since it was the chosen theme for today.

I was so nervous when saw Bella, my bride-to-be, was walking beside her father along with the wedding music played by the pianist that Mr Dawson hired. She was so beautiful in that wedding dress….I mean even prettier than Sasha. Her make up is so perfect and totally match her so much. And the sudden weird feeling surrounded me as our hands touched when her father handed her over by putting her hand on mine as he trust me to the fullest to take care of her precious daughter.

Both of us were standing side by side in front of the priest and sometime I stole a glance of her through the corner of my eyes to see my beautiful bride to be.

I never thought that Bella will be this beautiful.

Why didn't I notice her before?

Her grey eyes were glimmering under the sun as we were facing with each other. Oh God...she was so gorgeous!

I…I actually don't know how to describe it anymore. She really made me speechless which I never be like that in front of girl before, not even Sasha.

My heart was beating so fast with my knees even started to tremble a bit.

Plus they became more trembling for times to times as the priest almost end his speech.

We are about to be announce as husband and wife soon…

Oh god....I can't even control my nervousness now. I really hope all of this will end well.'

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride." Should I kiss her? Oh man, what should I do? I never kiss anyone before.

Yeah…I’m 19, and one of the hottest guy in my campus is never kiss a girl before. So what.

The guests were all waiting for me as they were all looking at me to kiss my bride, Bella Dawson.

Shoot!! I have to do this quickly.

I took a gulp once and then took a look into her beautiful grey eyes. She must be mad at me later for ruin her first kiss if she never had it before.

Oh man....you are so bad for stealing that kiss from the man that she is supposed to kiss.

"Come on...kiss her already." The priest whispered to me.

I turned to the priest then back to her. I could feel the sweats formed on my forehead.

I'm sorry Bella.

I slowly leaned closer to her then quickly gave a peck on her right side lips with my eyes closed.

The guests then gave us the claps and some of them even laughed with my stupidity action. It was a bit embarrassing though. Unlike for Bella, she seemed so calm like none of this things happened. It was really weird....but I know deep inside, she must be hate this wedding which I well….seemed to be like it.

She was supposed to be wed with the guy that she truly loves, not a guy like me. I don’t deserved her at all since I never treat her or even try to speak to her before. I’m such a bad friend.

I'm truly sorry, Bella.

We then cut our medium sized wedding cake and the guests seemed to be happy for us. And I tried my best to watch my manners in order to avoid some situation that will embarrass me and Bella’s family. And I made sure that I took care of my wife responsibly during the ceremony. Meanwhile, Bella too seemed to get along and even introduced me to some of her dad’s friends. As for the climax of the ceremony, I as the groom of the wedding braved myself to offer a dance to my beautiful contract wife as soon as the romantic music was playing.

“Thanks for getting along too, Bella,” I whispered to her while both of us were dancing. “And thanks too for introducing me to your dad’s friends. I really have no idea to do it so if you don’t help me.”

“No problem, Nathan,” she replied. “I’m just doing my part too.”

That’s truly nice, Bella. Thanks for helping me. I owe you.