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Fxf Arranged marriage
The sound of waves crashing rhythmically along the white sand beach was barely audible above the buzz of excitement the crowd produced. From the sound of the crowd, Isabella Don Santarini surmised nearly all of San Montigo's aristocracy was in attendance. This fact wouldn't have been surprising to Izzy, after all she was the only child of one of the small country's most wealthy and influential families, however the wedding had only been announced a week and a half earlier. These people weren't here to celebrate her wedding, or wish her a lifetime of success, they were here out of forced compliance, just like she was. Still, the blonde would have given anything to trade places with any of the women in the crowd, those women were only looking at having a few hours of a beautiful summer day taken away by this spectacle of political power, Isabella's whole life was being stolen.
Bride's maids that Izzy didn't know scurried her from one end to the other of the large white canvas tent that had been erected as her 'bridal villa', lavish furs had been laid over the ground forming a sort of opulent carpeting as something like fifty people, in Izzy's estimate, dedicated themselves to preparing her for her wedding day. Tailors buzzed about, measuring her, she was stripped and given a spray tan so she was glowing, she was exfoliated, her hair washed, waxed plucked and preened head to toe. She wasn't even sure what time it was she'd been woke from her bed and scurried here, but she knew she'd been in the tent for hours. No one asked her if she was excited for her wedding, she wondered if they dared. She wondered that if they had, if she'd have been able to hold back the tears.
Today was so very close to being everything that Izzy had always dreamed about as a young girl. A lavish wedding, everyone paying attention to her, doting on her, making sure that the day was all about her, everyone who mattered in attendance. Yet as attendants shuffled her from a dress fitting to a makeup chair, it all seemed like some cruel nightmare. Only seven days earlier she'd been partying on the family yacht with friends, when her parents called her on the radio saying she needed to return home immediately- after that everything was a blur. She remembered them sitting her down at the dining table, and them explaining that they'd found a partner for her to marry, someone from a very influential family. She remembered crying, screaming, begging, locking herself in her room, and then how a few days later, when the tears had subsided and she went to leave her room, she found she was locked in. Since her parents had informed her of the engagement, she'd been under constant supervision, male and female 'bodyguards' followed her, she wasn't even allowed to shower without someone watching. She wasn't sure if they were there to keep her from running, hurting herself, or just as a show of force, but it didn't matter, she was under lock and key, and the wedding was going to happen.
A pit formed in Izzy's stomach as she heard the band starting to play, she didn't have long now. She looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the face staring back the makeup and hair were far more extreme than anything she would have picked for herself. She would have cried if she'd had any tears left, but instead she just stared in the mirror confused as a nail technician tipped her fingers and toes with the same pink color as her eyes and lips. It was becoming overwhelming now, she was stood up by one of the 'bridesmaids' and practically drug over to the changing area, where the rest of the maids coldly stripped off her robe, and began dressing her, first in pink panties, garter and stockings that matched everything else, and then in a dress so tight that she could hardly breath or walk, and then the outfit was capped off with a pair of heels so high and pink that they would have made a Barbie doll blush.
Then suddenly the bridesmaids were gone, and her 'bodyguards' took over, ushering out of the large tent she'd been kept in, outside, where she was able to truly appreciate the scale of the occasion. Six tents without walls, each big enough to house a football pitch, had been erected on a cliffside that overlooked the Mediterranean, and they were all filled with ornate wood folding chairs, and every seat was absolutely full. Massive long tables had been placed for the dinner later, and hundreds of workers still buzzed. Izzy was slack jawed at the sheer scale of everything, and the fact that this had all been arranged in under a week. She looked over acres of perfect green grass, white satin, and dots of the bright pink. A female bodyguard flanked her on each side and took her by the elbows towards the pink runner carpet that had been laid down the massive center aisle of the makeshift Cathedral that had been erected out of tents.
Then suddenly, as if she blinked her eyes and was there, she was at the back of the tents, and the bodyguards released her, standing behind her as her father appeared and took her by the arm.
"Daddy... please... " She whimpered, one last plea as he pulled the veil down over her face and the wedding march began.
"Be brave for me Izzy." Was his only response, though there did seem to be a bit of pain in his voice.
The music started playing, and she was following her father's lead as he led her down the aisle. She kept her eyes low, as cameras flashed, and she felt thousands of eyes upon her. Then her father stopped, and she knew she had to face the truth. She finally looked up from the hot pink carpet she stood on, ready to face the man that was to be her husband, only to find she wasn't facing a man at all.
Bride's maids that Izzy didn't know scurried her from one end to the other of the large white canvas tent that had been erected as her 'bridal villa', lavish furs had been laid over the ground forming a sort of opulent carpeting as something like fifty people, in Izzy's estimate, dedicated themselves to preparing her for her wedding day. Tailors buzzed about, measuring her, she was stripped and given a spray tan so she was glowing, she was exfoliated, her hair washed, waxed plucked and preened head to toe. She wasn't even sure what time it was she'd been woke from her bed and scurried here, but she knew she'd been in the tent for hours. No one asked her if she was excited for her wedding, she wondered if they dared. She wondered that if they had, if she'd have been able to hold back the tears.
Today was so very close to being everything that Izzy had always dreamed about as a young girl. A lavish wedding, everyone paying attention to her, doting on her, making sure that the day was all about her, everyone who mattered in attendance. Yet as attendants shuffled her from a dress fitting to a makeup chair, it all seemed like some cruel nightmare. Only seven days earlier she'd been partying on the family yacht with friends, when her parents called her on the radio saying she needed to return home immediately- after that everything was a blur. She remembered them sitting her down at the dining table, and them explaining that they'd found a partner for her to marry, someone from a very influential family. She remembered crying, screaming, begging, locking herself in her room, and then how a few days later, when the tears had subsided and she went to leave her room, she found she was locked in. Since her parents had informed her of the engagement, she'd been under constant supervision, male and female 'bodyguards' followed her, she wasn't even allowed to shower without someone watching. She wasn't sure if they were there to keep her from running, hurting herself, or just as a show of force, but it didn't matter, she was under lock and key, and the wedding was going to happen.
A pit formed in Izzy's stomach as she heard the band starting to play, she didn't have long now. She looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the face staring back the makeup and hair were far more extreme than anything she would have picked for herself. She would have cried if she'd had any tears left, but instead she just stared in the mirror confused as a nail technician tipped her fingers and toes with the same pink color as her eyes and lips. It was becoming overwhelming now, she was stood up by one of the 'bridesmaids' and practically drug over to the changing area, where the rest of the maids coldly stripped off her robe, and began dressing her, first in pink panties, garter and stockings that matched everything else, and then in a dress so tight that she could hardly breath or walk, and then the outfit was capped off with a pair of heels so high and pink that they would have made a Barbie doll blush.
Then suddenly the bridesmaids were gone, and her 'bodyguards' took over, ushering out of the large tent she'd been kept in, outside, where she was able to truly appreciate the scale of the occasion. Six tents without walls, each big enough to house a football pitch, had been erected on a cliffside that overlooked the Mediterranean, and they were all filled with ornate wood folding chairs, and every seat was absolutely full. Massive long tables had been placed for the dinner later, and hundreds of workers still buzzed. Izzy was slack jawed at the sheer scale of everything, and the fact that this had all been arranged in under a week. She looked over acres of perfect green grass, white satin, and dots of the bright pink. A female bodyguard flanked her on each side and took her by the elbows towards the pink runner carpet that had been laid down the massive center aisle of the makeshift Cathedral that had been erected out of tents.
Then suddenly, as if she blinked her eyes and was there, she was at the back of the tents, and the bodyguards released her, standing behind her as her father appeared and took her by the arm.
"Daddy... please... " She whimpered, one last plea as he pulled the veil down over her face and the wedding march began.
"Be brave for me Izzy." Was his only response, though there did seem to be a bit of pain in his voice.
The music started playing, and she was following her father's lead as he led her down the aisle. She kept her eyes low, as cameras flashed, and she felt thousands of eyes upon her. Then her father stopped, and she knew she had to face the truth. She finally looked up from the hot pink carpet she stood on, ready to face the man that was to be her husband, only to find she wasn't facing a man at all.
