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The Way He Loves Me(PART11) by Candice
Our stay in Ireland was the best. It was unforgettable. Now, we were already at LA. It surprised me that the news got here already. Some tabloid read: "MJ and EX ASSISTANT TO WED THIS FALL." How did they even know the wedding was going to be in Fall? The next agenda was to arrange the details with his family and my dad( he happened to be my only family left). We went to the Encino compound to talk about the prenup and the wedding itself. My dad was invited as well and it was good to know that he was happy for me and Michael. It was final. The wedding was going to be 2 weeks away! Michael wanted to prove the media wrong. He hated the media especially the tabloids who thought they knew everything. All we had to do was to keep quiet about the wedding details and go about it was furtively as possible. We wanted it to be a private and intimate moment with our family and friends alone. ----------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------------- The next few days happened to be exhausting. We had to rush back here in and there to fix everything. We were to wed in a simple ceremony in Peter Island Resort located at the British Virgin Islands. The theme was set to be white and gold. The flowers were strictly going to be white roses and nothing more. My dress was going to be a strapless white gown made by Vera Wang. Everything had to be fixed fast because we didn't want everybody else to notice. Michael's suit was custom made especially for him by Giorgio Armani. The guest list consisted of only his family, my family and his friends. Our honeymoon was set to take place back in Ireland. It was overwhelming to know all the details because I myself was appalled to know that I was going to marry not just the one I love, but I was going to marry Michael Jackson. -----------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--------------------- With the wedding planned and finalized, all we had to do was wait. I already completely moved into his house and my dad was set to transfer to another home near the Encino compound so as to avoid media harassment. Michael gradually went back from vacation mode to work mode. He was now continuously writing his songs again and he was also recording from time to time. I had to get used to being his soon to be wife. I had to get used to my former co-workers calling me Mrs. Jackson in the near future and serving me at home. Days passed and as each second ticked, the wedding day was getting nearer and nearer. I was getting more nervous. I was scared of how the people around the globe would react once they found out I was his wife. 5 nights away from the wedding.. "Anything bothering you?" He asked as we prepared for bed. "No no. It's the usual things you feel days before your wedding day, you know? But don't worry it's nothing. I'm fine and I'm happy." I explained. I gave him a smile and a quick peck on the cheek. He didn't want the peck, instead he kissed me passionately. I wasn't quite feeling well and I myself was surprised to find out that I was not interested in making love with him, well at least not at the moment. As he positioned himself on top of me, I felt a hurl in my stomach. I pushed him away and ran for the bathroom. I was vomiting. He followed me and was surprised at what he saw. "What is happening to you? Are you alright?" He asked. He was definitely worried and his eyes was starting to get misty. "No no. I'm fine Michael. I'm just exhausted I guess. From everything that's been happening. You know we go to ireland, you propose, we go back, we plan the wedding. I'm just tired I guess." I answered. He embraced me and kissed me on the cheek. "Are you sure?" he asked once more. I gave him an assuring smile and a stroke on the cheek. "I'm positive." I replied. "Alright then, let's get you to bed." He carried me all the way to the bed and put me to sleep.
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