Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Bonus Scene: What Lies Beneath the Mask

It was almost difficult to believe that we'd actually got to this day, but just over a year since Jack proposed near the river, I was ready to walk down the aisle and promise to be his for the rest of my life.

"Ready sweetheart?" Dad asked, looking smart in his sharp black tuxedo and purple bow tie. Jack had tried to convince me to go with green for our wedding colour but I'd put my foot down, Hayley could work wonders with any colour but green would probably be pushing that when it came to the dresses!

"More than ever." I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Four years ago I'd never have thought that I'd be marrying anyone, but then Jack came along and changed all that with his charming smile and his persistance.

"I don't need to ask if you want it called off do I?" His smile echoed mine and I knew that he was only joking. At least I sort of knew.

"Oh please, they've been ready since they met." Hayley's dress was simple and elegant, matching that of my other bridesmaid, Jack's sister Jill. The purple fabric was cinched at their waists and fell elegantly to the floor, held in place by a thick strap from their left shoulders to the right side of their waists, I've said it before and will be saying it for the rest of my life; Hayley is a genius. Naturally she'd also designed my wedding dress; fitted with a thinner diagonal strap than my bridesmaids which was adorned with silk roses. The train wasn't long, I hadn't wanted to risk tripping, but the dress fit with exactly what I'd always secretly dreamed of.

With a nod from the wedding planner, the four of us made our way to the double doors and as the first strains of Pachabel's Cannon started to play, the doors opened and I took my first step down the aisle. Our friends and family had all gathered to see our big day but I was oblivious to them, only having eyes for Jack. Our gazes met and his smile matched my own; there was no doubt in my mind that this man was my future.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today..." While the preist went through the traditional wedding ceremony, I practiced my  vows in my head. While Jack was a natural performer, I really wasn't, and today meant too much to me to risk getting wrong. "Now I believe you've prepared vows for each other?" We both nodded before Jack cleared his throat to start.

"Annabelle, as soon as I met you I knew you were special; your beauty, talent and strength drew me to you like a moth to a flame." His voice cracked slightly and I knew that the emotion of the day was affecting him as much as it was me. "In the years since we've met I've seen your dreams come true and I've watched you overcome obstacles that no one should ever have had to face. But each year, each month and each day makes me love you even more and today I am, without a doubt, the luckiest man alive." Staring into his eyes I felt my own begin to tear up, how could I have thought I could write vows to follow those?

"Jack, from the first moment we met there was something about you I couldn't ignore, something unlike I'd ever felt before. You helped to fix things in me that I hadn't even realised were broken and with you I feel I can be strong and I can be brave. I know that no matter what the future brings, no matter if it is good or bad, I can face it all with you by my side." Tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks and Jack hasily wied away one of his own.

"I love you." He mouthed as we exchanged rings.

"Love you too." I mouthed back.

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The preist announced as we beamed at each other, unwilling to look away. "You may kiss the bride." Jack stepped closer to me and cupped my cheek, his other hand settling on my waist. His lips brushed mine genrly at first before becoming more passionate. My arms circled his neck, trying to draw him closer, until we were interupted by a cough, reminding us that we were not only in a church but surrounded by other people. Only Jack could make me forget that the rest of the world existed, and it was one of the reasons why I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

As the assistant director of an amateur performance of the Phantom of the Opera, Annabelle needs everything to be perfect. When strange events and notes start to plague Annabelle's time at the theatre, the true extent of her ex-boyfriend’s obsession begins to make itself known. 

Then, there’s Jack; the charming leading man determined to break through the walls surrounding her heart - even if he doesn’t know why they’re there. 

Can she let herself trust him? Or will her past continue to haunt her? 

No comments:

Post a Comment