I do not own the Seven Deadly Sins or the artwork for this character! All credit goes to the creators of them, for without them i could not have inspiration to make this story. This is a story I have worked on for a while and was not made in the mind of people reading it; I've reached a writers block and want your opinion on it! If you have any suggestions where i should go with this story, I will read them with an open mind; please enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments!

I cast my glance at the mirror, looking into my grey eyes with blue accents; nobody knew who I really was, not even me. My thick silk like crimson hair curled down to my waist in tumbling waves, framing my small face. My eyes were inviting and friendly, encased in thick black lashes and had a natural crease that cast shadows onto my eyelids. I had a light smattering of brown freckles on my small button nose and soft coral lips were naturally plump. I had creamy white skin that never tanned and never burned, but was as soft as a new born baby and dimples that appeared on my cheeks when I smiled. My eyes downcast, seeing my breasts that measured out at a 36D with perky pink nipples before thinning out at my healthy muscled waist. I turned to my side, seeing big ass and thick thighs, my legs bringing me to a solid 5'3. My eyes wondered to the bed behind me, a beautiful gold and emerald green dress laying on it. It was beautiful and enchanting, but still I wondered if I would really be able to pull it off. I reached over to my dresser and pulling out my lace white panties and bra, sliding them on along with my mint green garter. I reached onto my vanity and opened the box there to reveal a pair of cream colored high heels, gold vines crawling up the heel. I slid them on and my eyes once again cast to the dress and I turned, taking a closer look. It was a nice earthy emerald color, with silk fabric and a golden lace torso that was embroided down to the midthigh. I picked it up, sliding my legs in one at a time before wiggling the dress up my body. I clasped the collar into place, feeling like a prisoner in the dress that lay on my skin. The dress draped down my legs and flowed into a pool behind me, a slit down my right thigh and allowing for easy walking. The door opened and I looked back, seeing the woman I had grown familiar to over time.

"You look beautiful." She breathed. "Though I must protest against the green dress."

"I made it myself, like I envisioned in my childhood dreams." I admit.

I look at my reflection, seeing the form fitting dress that definitely didn't look like it was for a wedding; but then again, I wasn't planning on getting married.

"It makes you look beautiful dear, it does… but green is not a dress for a wedding, it should be white; and fluffy." She says. "You're getting married, not going to the princes' ball."

"Grace, it's my wedding, not yours." I laugh. "You had yours ages ago; let me have mine."

"It's not too late, darling." She continues. "I have the white dress. Just try it on; come on, I'll help you out of this dress."

She walks towards me, reaching out her grabby hands and I turn around, holding my hand out.

"I'm not wearing white, Grace." I say. "You can't change my mind."

She looks at me, obviously disappointed in my choice but knowing I had put my foot down. She doesn't know me at all, really; just like she didn't know her son. If she knew my plans for the day, it would definitely set her off in a storm. If she knew what her son was doing in the next room, it would blow her mind. It didn't even cross her mind to think that her son was cheating; infatuated with another, becoming lovers behind my back. Of course I knew, having sparsely seeing him before he out of the blue proposes to distract me from coming home to him naked, the stench of sex in the air. Right after he sent me on a milk run, but I knew better and stood outside the door; I had my suspicions before, but the evidence was concrete after that night. The seldom giggles that echoed before turning into moans and had me coming up with this elaborate plan; one that I intended to carry out tonight. I looked at the mirror one more time, seeing my determined eyes and grace let out a sigh. I turn back to the vanity, sliding on my veil and placing on the crown of flowers to keep it in place.

"Well, come on then, it's time." She says. "It's time to walk down the aisle."

I nod, taking the arrangement of flowers in my hand before following her out into the lobby. I steel myself as we meet with Grace's husband, Joe, and I give him a kind smile which he returns, offering me his elbow.

"You look beautiful, darling." Joe comments. "It'll be wonderful having you as a daughter."

"Thank you, Joe." I say.

Grace skitters into the church and not long after, the organ starts to play. I hold my head high as Joe leads me in, pushing the door open. I step in and the crowd hushes, all eyes looking at me. I slowly make my way down the aisle, seeing my groom at the altar, though he seems to be looking elsewhere. I don't need to follow his gaze to know that she's here; I had invited her, and she was part of the plan too. Joe lets go of my arm, taking his seat as I climb up onto the altar, stealing the gaze of my groom, who now stares wide eyed at me. After a moment of silence, the priest clears his throat, lifting his hands.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony." He calls, looking at my groom. "Matthew, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Uh, yeah, I do." Matthew stutters.

The priest turns to me and I smile through my veil, hearing the crying and rustling of his other girl leaving.

"Avery, do you take this man to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Uh, no, I don't." I mock Matthew.

"Wait what?" Matthew asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why not?"

I pull back my veil and toss it to the side along with the flowers, smiling out to the crowd.

"Well, because you've been cheating on me of course." I laugh. "Why else? Did you actually think I would actually marry you? You'd never spend this much money on me! I know you meant to marry the girl that ran out instead, pushing me aside."

I walk away from the altar, leaving the crowd to mumble as I walked back down the aisle, seeing Grace sobbing into a handkerchief.

"Avery! You can't just leave me like this!" Matthew cries.

"I just did." I call back to him. "It wasn't you Mrs. Grace, really. It was your sons' choice. Now he suffers the consequences."