Emma's pov

As I stood shaking I wanted to throw my bouquet at Jordan.

"And why is this?" Prince Toast asked, his voice full of worry.

"Because she loves me, she's loved me all along." Jordan said matter of factly. I wanted to punch his smug little face before I punched Connor accidentally. Connor let go of my hands , stepping back for a moment before stopping next to the alter. He nodded to me, letting me know I could go crazy on the idiot who was messing up my big day.

"Why! Why are you doing this!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air and screaming at the idiot in the audience. Jordan smirked, running his fingers through his hair before walking towards me.

"You're denying your true feelings Emma, I can't believe you don't see what I see!" He teased, moving his glasses back up his nose and getting even closer. I could feel the tension between us, my anger and his annoyance made almost a magnetic pull between us.

"I just want to get back to my wedding!" I sighed, almost crying at this point.

"Well I just want you to show your true feelings Emma!" He yelled. He was a breath away from me now. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine and sending the crowd into gasps. I pulled away, pushing him from me. Then I saw the crowd, Connor leading it.

"I'm gonna mess you up!" Toast cried cracking his knuckles.

"This ones for being a jerk to my baby!" Hans cried kicking Jordan's crotch.

"This is for kissing my bride!" Connor yelled, his eyes brimming with tears. He punched Jordan five times and then I feinted. It was way to much.