Blame It On Pride

She does, doesn't she

Y/n's POV:

We were now supposed to get in reserved vehicles to transport where the actual festivity will occur, since the ceremony was here,

Everyone was arranged into their limousines and Rolls-Royce, as me and Rafe were in white Mercedes, Rafe took my hand and lead me in,

Sitting at the back, his hand was remaining on my thigh, he had to trudge through my frothy dress to find my thigh,

A range of cars was driving don the road, I heard cheering from outside, posters of our matrimony,

Rafe leans in and kisses my cheek,

He then tips my chin to face him, a warm smile plasters across my lips as his slacken apart...

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Reaching our destination, I was supposed to change into different clothes, since this attire was way too uncomfortable for the rest of the evening,

Stepping out of the car, Rafe held my hand whilst we were escorted inside,

Inside an a or out ballroom,

Tables arranged in a semi-circle around it, as the pristine balustrades at the top sway in a row,

Ornamented-white pillars steep all the way to the top, as a marble floor shines beneath our feet,

A grand-piano was situated at one side with a platform for more musical stimulation,

Everyone started to gather inside,

Aping at the room, lips apart and eyes widened as they examine it meticulously,

'Rafe!' I hear Wheezie as me and Rafe turn around, I then see her,

She has grown...a lot,

Her hair arranged in a high pony-tail, wispy-blue dress with two strands around her shoulders sway whilst she paces towards us,

Rafe smiles and bending lower, clasps her in his hands and twirls her around,

'Hello Wheez...' He utters, smiling,

'Hey Y/n, you look beautiful...' She says as Rafe's eyes remain set on me,

'She does, doesn't she?' Rafe muses, placing Wheezie down,

'And so do you...' I mutter, smiling,

'Hello Rafe, it's nice to see you...' Rose says, stepping closer, smiling warmly,

They embrace, Rafe still holds my hand,

'Where's dad?' Rafe asks as she clears her throat, Rafe nods and cocks his head aside,

'He couldn't make it...sorry...work and-'

'Right.' Rafe says tersely, I step closer towards him, resting my head on his arm,

Soft tones of Arrival Of The Birds - By The Cinematic Orchestra sway over the room, flooding gently,

'Let's go, you should get changed.' Rafe says, leading me towards one of the rooms,

'I'm sorry Rafe...I-'

'Y/n, it's alright, I didn't expect him to be here either way.' He explains,

I shouldn't push, I'm sure he simply wants to get his mind off of this,

Walking in the room, clothes are already set there, a vast range of choices,