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Chapter 301 – The Wedding (Part Three)

Creak.

The floor was barely holding. It was made of wood. But with every step, I could feel the wood slightly bending. Creaking. 

Even baby steps were making at least some sounds. 

And yet, children were running around like it was no big deal. 

There were some banners and some paper designs here and there. They were probably made by the kids as the designs were rather childish. 

This was a two-story building and the bottom floor had one large room: this one. And some other smaller ones which I purposely avoided looking at.

There were about nine adults here? 

Most of them were maids, while one of them was the minister. The other, some guy I didn\'t know. 

Marg wasn\'t here. 

The wood was black in color. The stairs leading up had cobwebs and there was dust everywhere. This was an abandoned building, that was clear. 

"Why do I get the feeling this place is haunted?" I whispered to my right, where mom was. 

"That\'s because it is," She whispered back.

I looked to my right and mom wasn\'t here. She was way back. 

It was Marg\'s mother. And she had this big smile. 

\'The hell?\'

Crack!

Nervously I took a step forward and kind of broke through the floor. My feet went right through till my knee, smooth. I was glad there weren\'t any basements. 

It was hurting to pull it out, so I had to crush the floor a bit more. 

Great start!

It was awkward, to say the least. 

\'How the hell are the kids not falling down?\'

Anyway, I stood in front of the altar and just stayed like that. I tried my best not to move and create another hole. 

I didn\'t see any orphanage here, and this building didn\'t look like a church either. If anything, this place looked like an abandoned building which was partially used as a temporary church, or something along those lines. 

There weren\'t any seats, so people probably used to pray on the floor, or something?

This room in particular was probably the best-looking here. Because no matter where I looked past this place, there were cobwebs everywhere.

\'Why did she choose this place of all places?\'

Marg mentioned something about there being an orphanage. But so far, I saw nothing. 

Speaking of Marg, she was nowhere to be found. Her mother was still here though. 

Some kids were playing around and they were probably her half brothers and sisters. Some maids and servants were here. 

But not Marg. 

"Where-"

Just when I was about to say something though, Marg entered along with a guy. 

The guy being, dad. 

Dad was escorting Marg through the front door, the very same door which just collapsed moments ago. 

They carefully avoided the place I\'d cracked and walked this way. 

Marg was in a white- rather white- dress. It was a wedding dress- a dress I hadn\'t seen before: the frills were everywhere. She had this rather transparent veil. I could see her smile. Normally she didn\'t smile in front of other people, but- today was definitely an exception. 

She was gorgeous. 

Just as she reached the alter, dad stood aside, and Marg stood in front of me. 

Ahem. The minister cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today…" He went on.

But my attention was on Marg. "I was doubting I got lost or something. Didn\'t realize you meant this place."

And when did dad get here, anyway?

"It wasn\'t like this, you know. This place was really bustling just some years ago. But…" She became quiet. "Are you mad that I chose this place?"

"I\'m not really bothered. I was the one who said you could choose. Besides, this place has memories for you."

Her smile widened slightly as she just stood next to me. 

Rings were irrelevant. 

We were just waiting for the magic words. 

"And so, in light of God, in presence of the angels…. To sway darkness, to make light, to prove worth…" And yet, the guy just went on. At one point, he wasn\'t even talking about marriage stuff. Granted I didn\'t know much about these things, but even I could tell, he was winging half of this. 

I sighed and moved my head slightly towards him. "Just get to the end," I mumbled. 

Marriage was just a ceremony anyway. It was just an official way of declaring that we loved each other, to the world. 

The minister again cleared his throat. "Do you Theodore Black take Margeretta Ivygood as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Wait, who?" I said. "And isn\'t it Rodwich?"

I was very much confused, to say the least. And didn\'t Marg switch names to Rodwich?

and who the hell was this Black guy!

Almost everyone was quite confused just like me. 

Marg went closer to the minister and whispered something. 

He again cleared his throat. Did he have a sore throat or something? "Um… sorry. Do you Helio Jintel take Margeretta Rodwich as your wife?" He was genuinely asking the question. 

I could hear a certain someone giggling in the background. I kind of wanted to yell at her, but- yeah…

I had this undying urge to smack this guy first but- "I do."

Everyone was oddly quiet. It was almost as though they were taking this more seriously than me and the minister. 

Everyone other than that brat of a sister who was still busy giggling. 

"Do you Mag… take him as your lawfully wedded wif- Ahem, husband?"

Seriously, I wanted to smack him. And wait, did this guy and Marg know each other or something?

They probably did, I guess. 

I hadn\'t paid attention before but the guy looked a little tipsy. 

"I do." But Marg just looked at me, and just stared. Her voice flowed smoothly. "I do." She repeated. 

"By the power vested in me by the almighty, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Yeah, you didn\'t need to tell me twice. 

I took a step, just standing an inch away. My hand secured her back, as my mouth went for her mouth.

A light kiss, but a kiss regardless. 

Claps, and cheers. 

And so,

I got married.