CREATIVE NON-FICTION

                                                                  "I WILL NEVER YOUR'S"

                I was brushing my hair in the penthouse suite when I first heard the voices. Loud, panicked voices and the sound of people arguing. Not again, I thought to myself , rolling my eyes . People had been fighting all day over the smallest of thing. The flowers, the food ,the seating arrangement, the decoration, you name it and there was a problem with it. I wasn't surprised though , my mother and sister were perfectionists. I pitied the wedding planner who'd taken up such us a Herculean task of satisfying not only Olivia but also my mother.

                Olivia's wedding was all anybody could talk about for months, not that i was complaining. I love weddings ; there was just somethings about the 'Till death do us part 'line that got me every time . The idea of two people deciding too spend the rest f their lives together was so utterly romantic and everything about a wedding symbolized that decision for me. It had surprised me that my elder sister had agreed to the wedding after dating Zach for only two months but hey, I guess when you find the one there isn't a lot left to think about.

                I giggled when I thought about finding the 'ONE' Hopefully I'd manage to find my soulmate too. Noah was everything I could ever ask for and more. Sweet, romantic, sensitive and compassionate, he was the ideal boyfriend and id'll fallen for him hook  line and sinker . He would be here and the idea of seeing him in a tux made butterflies appear in the fit of my stomach .Oh I had it bad.

                I got up to examine myself in the full length mirror place in the room , ignoring the increasingly, loud voices that had started coming from the hallway . Whatever it was that was wrong now could be handled , just like it had been handled , previously . Seriously, they just needed to calm down.

                I twirled a strand of my curled long brown hair around my finger and fidgeted  with my figure hugging cream dress. Of course it had been selected by my sister and I wasn't one to argue it was her wedding after all , I couldn't just  go about telling her that dress she'd picked up for me barely gave me room to breathe. I was naturally curvy and the dress did a job of hiding that ;I looked almost as thin as my sister and that made our resemblance even more prominent. Both of us had deep brown hair and and the same green eyes as dark as emeralds, and both of us were cursed with the same pale skin which refused to get a shade darker. Olivia often said people would die to get such as a clear , creamy skin tone but how I wished that my hours at the beach paid off.

                The dress was fitted in the bust ,the sweetheart neckline revealing on an appropriate amount of cleavage .A bow right  underneath the bust tightened the grip on my waist , and the skirt of the dress skimmed my body , hugging the area around me hips . It was hard being in it ut if i do say so my self , it made me feel and look gorgeous .Olivia did inherent our mother 's exquisite taste.

                   I was examine myself in front of the mirror for the millionth time when suddenly an assortment of people walked in , halting me in my tracks. My parents ,Olivia's in laws the prices and her fiancé Zach ,along with my uncle Collin and aunt Ophelia all stormed right in without as much a knock, but the look on their faces made that thought go away immediately .Worry was etched onto their features and my mother looked pale enough to faint at any moment. OH no, something terrible happened , I thought to my self, dread filling my body . It was how defeated and haunted my father looked that told me that the problem was bigger than the usual wedding woes. He was never one to worry about the small things and was generally a very optimistic man;if something had managed to take a toll on him then it had to be bad.

                   "What is it?" I found my self asking them , my heart racing a mile a minute.

No one answered  they looked like they didn't have the courage to answer my question.  I looked around at all of them, expecting someone to speak up . Mrs. priced placed a hand on her husbands arm just as he was about to say something . He looked red in the faced , like he was likely barely controlling his fury and I shuddered at the thought of witnessing one of his famous tantrums.

                    After what seemed like an eternity ,it was my aunt Ophelia who answered ,her faced contorting into a mask of pain and sorrow . Okay now, I was officially freaking out.

                    "Honey we found this in your sister room " she said ,holding up a piece lof writing paper. I walked towards her, my legs shaking as i did so and grabbed it from her . On it , in my sister perfect hand writing , were the words:

I'm sorry but I can't do this , I can't go through with this wedding . I don't love him . Please try to understand that I'm doing this for the both of us. I'm going a way and I'm not if I ever plan on coming back . Don't try to find me and please don't hate me .

                    A gasp left my lips as I held the note in my trembling hands. This could not be happening, it had to be some kind of a sick joke that everyone was playing on me. My eyes searched yhier faces for any sign of contradiction but there was none . Everyone was just as shocked as I was and just as hurt. However, one faced confirmed the horrifying facts.

                   Zach, he looked so broken ,so dejected and crushed that I felt my heart ache for him. His shoulders were clumped in defeat , his entire body, tensed and stiffened and his fits cleansed. That however wasn't the worst part, the worst part was how he was trying to be strong and not give away the amount of pain he felt but i could see it. His eyes told a story of their own and there was nothing false in that story. How could Olivia have done this to him?

"Ari we know that this must be so difficult for you but the fact is that we have a wedding to go to in less than four hours with over three thousand people arriving." I looked at my aunt like she had made a terrible mess and had left us all to deal with the frightening consequences that were surely to follow. There wasn't going to be a wedding anymore, how could their be?

                   As if reading my mind, my father spoke up , his voice completely lacking the confidence I normally associated with it, " We can't cancel the wedding sweetheart . It'll ruin us, all of us . If a wedding does'nt take place today not only will be utterly huliliated but we could stand to lose everything ", he chooked out and and i stared at him stupidly not knowing where this was headed. My mother someone would someone who would nver allow her self to be humbled by anyone looked at me then , pleading with me with her eyes.

                "We need ypir help ari.You're the only one who can save this family now."

Appropriately four hours later I was taken into the church followed closely by my mother, my aunt and the few cousin who had been told the truth. A long veil covered my face and corset i wore under the dress molded by shaped to fit into the dress . My sister wedding dress. The music began to play and i fixed my gazed firmly to yhe ground , begging my self to not let any tears to escape . My father linked his arm with my as everyone else left the room .

                "Ari who have know idea with this means to us, he whispered with my ears and i nooded my head slightly , not trusting my self yo speak . It was to the beat of the traditional wedding march that I walked towards the altar ,my father gripping my arm tightly, comforting me but all the while suffocating me, he let go of me when we reached where zach and his best man stood and after completing his duty of giving me a way , he left me alone to take the biggest step of my life. T The vows were said , the lies conceled as I took Zach price to be my husbands , for better or for worse .My action were mechanical , my tone rebotic . I had always dream of the day I would get married but now i know better . Those dreams hadn'st been dreams to begin with ; yhey had been signs of the nightmare to come. 

                One sentence, I whispered one sentence as the priest pronuoun as husband and wife, hoping the words somehow reach him.

               "I love you Noah, please forgive me."