My wedding day was all I dreamed it to be. All of the whose who of the country were in attendance. My dress was pure white, and completely lace. The back buttoned from the small of my back all the way up to the bottom of my shoulders. Leaving the top of the back open. The front was a deep v with long lace sleeves. The train stretched out 15 feet behind me. All lace. Delicate Indian hand stitched lace. The dress clung to every curve my young perfect body had. My flowers were pale pink and mauve peonies. 60 of them to be exact. One for every month Jeremiah and I dated. We were to be wed in the court yard of the country club in the center of LA. Canopy’s of trees, and rose bushes held up onto trellises covered the entire court yard. In the center where the alter was placed there was a magnificent white fountain, with lights in a multitude of colors. For the wedding we of course chose pink lights. I wanted everything to have pink. The cake had pink peonies on it, with white icing. The aisle runner was mauve colored. My bridesmaids all were dressed in mauve, with my maid of honor being in a blush pink. The men all wore black tuxedos. Jeremiahs tie is mauve, and the others were pale pink bow toes. It felt as if it was a true fairy tale wedding. As I began walking down the aisle to here comes the bride I see all of our friends from Hollywood. I had Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, and other famous women on my side of the aisle. Jeremiah, his side was filled with film directions like himself. Most of whom I can barely remember the names of now. Oh and sweet Jeremiah. His perfectly tailored black suit fit him like a glove. As if it was molded to his perfectly toned body. The salt and pepper in his hair glistened in the sunlight. My fiancé, Jeremiah was moment away from becoming my husband. The perfect Hollywood couple. Geneve and Jeremiah Monroe. Little did we know at that moment in our lives that we would soon become the most famous actress and producer in all of Hollywood. We would travel across the world for events, galas, balls. Jeremiah would become my entire life, world. We would together put out the most famous movies to ever be seen in theaters. But with that fame and status it would cause problems in our marriage. The first being we were in capable of having a baby together. Poor Jeremiah was so heart broken over that fact. He would stoop the trenches in order to have a family with me. Even if it means kidnapping a child. More accurately kidnapping a woman and make her carry our child since my uterus was incapable of maintaining a pregnancy. Jeremiah stooping so low would eventually lead to his arrest, turns out after the baby was born he had the young women killed, and burried. To hide the fact he kidnapped and had her illegal impregnated to give himself a child. He wasn’t even worried of my feelings and desires for the situation. The court proceedings lasted years. In the end Jeremiah, his bestfriend Colton, and the three doctors who all helped with the process were prosecuted and given life without parole. At this point our baby girl was 6, Eliza was allowed to stay with me, since I had no clue about any of it. And I was willing to testify against Jeremiah. After the trials Eliza and I packed up and moved across the country to Tennessee, we moved into a modest home. I had my hair dyed and some minor plastic surgery, I also changed my name. So that I wouldn’t be followed by the press. I didn’t want anyone to interfere with Eliza’s life. Nor did I ever want her to know what her father had done to bring her to me. She was as innocent as I was in all of that crazy mess. She didn’t deserve the backlash that came with it.