At that moment all my earlier doubts disappeared. Spence was a distant memory, although he was still here somewhere in Vegas. He must have been staying in our hotel because you couldn’t get in the lift without your room key card. All that build up and it was over; now we had done it. The only people witnessing it were the minister and photographer. It was now one a.m. in the UK due to the time difference. The sun was beaming down on us. Strangers from the deck below were shouting congratulations, which was weird but nice at the same time. Just hoped they couldn’t see up my dress. We posed for photographs, which I struggled with usually, but today I couldn’t stop smiling. My veil blew off as it was very windy up there but luckily Edward caught it before it flew over the edge. We had our wedding meal there but didn’t eat much as I felt so sick probably because we were up so high. So, we ended up back at our hotel and before heading up to the room Edward decided to try his luck playing roulette he put two hundred and fifty dollars on black. His luck may not have been with him then but one thing you could sort of guarantee on your wedding night was sex so his luck was definitely in there. We had to consummate of course otherwise the wedding would not be legit. I wonder how many married couples manage to have sexual intercourse on their wedding night? Most of the weddings I had attended the grooms have been absolutely shitfaced so can’t see how they could possibly perform. Edward did not have this problem. As soon as the suite door closed he bent down and untied my shoes and ran his hand up my leg to remove my garter. I was overcome with desire I needed him inside me now, my vagina was literally throbbing for him. As he entered me I felt complete. I had missed him. As I came, and lay next to Edward all I could think about was Spence. I didn’t want to think about him I shouldn’t have been especially after sex with my husband. Seems so weird calling him that.
The funny thing is with social media nowadays people know what you’re up to, especially if you post a lot of things online, so friends and family would have known that we were married as they probably would have seen the pictures. Plus most people knew the date anyway, but do you know what, hardly anyone messaged us to say congratulations. It was weird really as if we had got married in this country we would have invited them and we hadn’t heard a peep. It goes back to my earlier chapter about the guest list; shows some people aren’t worth it at all. The next thing we had to arrange was the reception but now I felt like I couldn’t even be bothered to invite them.
The rest of the time in Vegas went by in a blur. We done so much whilst we were there and had the most amazing adventure. We gambled, because you have to, and of course, we lost. We saw the Bellagio fountains, the Grand Canyon and even got to see a couple of shows whilst we were there. The hotel was absolutely stunning. I had never been to Italy, but our hotel felt like we were there. It was also the cleanest place I had ever seen. Cleaners were even washing down the walls daily. It was like being in another world. I was so glad I was well enough to enjoy this time and I would never forgot it for the rest of my life.
Not like where we lived in Suffolk where bird shit covered the pavements and litter was strewn in the roads. More importantly, Edward got to enjoy life for once. Okay, so I wasn’t well the whole time we were there, but we managed to work around it. There were still things that we had wanted to do before we went but didn’t, but we said we would most definitely go back.
After we were married, we must have seen six other couples in wedding attire having pictures and wandering around Vegas. It seemed a bit surreal. I know it was a popular place to get married, hence why we got married there, but I didn’t realise how much. You could even have a fake wedding here to fool your friends and family and you could hire suits and wedding dresses from the chapels if you wanted to. There were a lot of chapels exactly how you would imagine them to be, lit up, white with a steeple, with fake flowers in the windows and outside.
We landed in London; looking out of the window of the 747 the weather was dreary. It looked freezing, nothing like the glorious sunshine we had left. But we were married; I was a married woman, how scary. I instantly felt older. Also, it was so easy to get married there. I was happy and sad at the same time. This showed you how much things can change. In just eight months since writing this I was already married. Looking forward to the next chapter in our life. All the stress, heartache and planning could have been avoided if we had just decided to do this earlier.
If I could give any advice to anyone who’s engaged and starting to plan a wedding, start by thinking about what you want first and foremost, not what you think everyone wants you to have or what’s normal, because that doesn’t apply any more. At the end of the day, it is one day; regardless of
