CHAPTER FIVE

Avery's POV

I am getting married again tomorrow.

The night before my first marriage, I was excited and couldn't fall asleep. I had my bachelorette party three days before my wedding, because I didn't want to have a bad headache from all the alcohol I was going to be forced to drink on my wedding day. However, today I was going to get my wedding dress fitted for tomorrow and to buy some jewellery.

The stark contrast between the wedding I did for my failed marriage and this contract bound marriage was so glaring, that I don't even know the people who were going to be in attendance for the wedding.

I was ushered into the dressing room by an attendant, as I walked in I saw a beautiful floor length white wedding gown that was embroidered with delicate silver and gold threads in floral patterns. It was an off-the-shoulder gown that looked elegant with a timeless, elegant design.

I was too stunned to speak or move as I stared at the dress. I thought I loved the first wedding dress I wore, but now I know that I didn't at least not as much as this one. This feels like love at first sight.

The next day.

I stood at the end of the aisle, my left hand gripp my Father's own in a tight grip and the other one holding the bouquet of fresh flowers that were plucked from the garden back at home.

The event planner gestured at us to start walking down the aisle just as the piano started playing in the background. As soon as we stepped into the hall for the wedding, my eyes met with Aiden's and I dragged my eyes down his body from his hair to his shoes and all I can say is that he looked good in the blue custom made tuxedo he was wearing.

Our eyes locked as I walked down the aisle and I watched his eyes take in my figure, he couldn't hide the awe in his expression as he looked back into my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel fulfilled although he was the one that picked and customised the gown.

As we reached the altar where he stood, my Father handed me over to him with a tight, cold smile on his face as he murmured for him to ‘take care of me’.

I grabbed Aiden's arm by the elbow, as we turned to face the priest as he started with the opening prayers.

“My, my. You look stunning Mrs Backwoods,” He whistled in a low voice, his eyes scanning my body and I felt the parts that his eyes skimmed lighting up.

“It's still Miss Morrison to you till I say ‘I do’, Mr Backwoods," I whispered back to him, pinching his arms lightly.

“Tsk, How about we speed this up a little then?" He said with a smirk before flickering his hands at the priest.

“Would you, Avery Morrison, take Aiden Backwoods as your Lawfully wedded 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 cherish, for all the days of your life?” The priest asked, and I felt everyone's gaze fall on me.

I couldn't help but freeze slightly, my mind reeling in memories of the memories of my wedding with Theo, how I had excitedly recited my vows and promised to love and cherish him for the rest of our lives.

“Avery," I heard Aiden say beside me, and I regained consciousness of my surroundings and people's gaze on me.

“I do," I say finally with resignation, praying desperately that this marriage wouldn't end in shambles.

I barely paid any attention to my surroundings as the priest proceeded to ask Aiden the same questions he asked me and he replied to him immediately.

“You may kiss the bride," I heard the priest say and my eyes immediately snapped to Aiden's, only to find him already watching me with an amused expression, his eyes glinting with an emotion that I couldn't decipher.

Aiden leaned in, his face a few inches away from mine with a playful smirk on his face. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touching mine, his hands on me, one on my waist to draw me closer to him and the other on my neck to keep my head in place.

His lips pressed against mine for a few seconds, before he slipped his tongue into my mouth and our tongues fought with each other for dominance. The clearing of throat by the priest made me open my eyes and pull back slightly and Aiden pulled away from me and straightened his back, his tongue running over his lips as he held eye contact with me.

“You tasted delicious, Mrs Backwoods," He said, holding my waist as he led us down the aisle.