Post by Sixteen on Jul 25, 2013 11:35:32 GMT -5
1: The Bride
She sat, looking at herself in the mirror, wondering at how fast this had all happened. In her lap, her fingers fidgeted at the ring. It was almost time.
She stood and placed the long, white veil on her head. It fell down past her shoulders, perfectly complementing the dress she had chosen months ago. She had dreamed of getting married ever since she was a little girl, though she had begun to doubt if it would ever truly happen. That was before him, though. With him, there had never been a doubt.
There was a knock at the door.
“Anka,” came the voice. “Are you ready?” It was a good question. She knew this was the right thing to do, but she was still getting butterflies regardless. After taking one last deep breath, she stepped outside.
There were some squeals and some sighs as they saw her. People were crowding around to touch her gently on the arm or to give her a quick hug. She couldn’t help but smile. All the stress was finally over. Her new life was about to begin. They ushered her to the limousine waiting by the door.
Her bridesmaids fussed with her hair on the journey to the church and the driver kept rolling at a steady speed, only stopping once as a madman ran across their path, yelling about cheese.
“Sorry about that,” the driver said, with a hand on his breast pocket. “We’ll get you there safe, I promise.” Anka nodded, too excited to be bothered by interruptions.
The ceremony itself passed in a blur. She spent the whole time gazing lovingly into her partner’s eyes. Nothing could come between them, she thought, as she walked up the aisle. Multicoloured light from the giant stained glass window behind the altar shone on her face, illuminating her. She barely took notice of the friends who had gathered to watch their marriage. It was just the two of them, there, then.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed,” the minister said hoarsely, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace...”
She sat, looking at herself in the mirror, wondering at how fast this had all happened. In her lap, her fingers fidgeted at the ring. It was almost time.
She stood and placed the long, white veil on her head. It fell down past her shoulders, perfectly complementing the dress she had chosen months ago. She had dreamed of getting married ever since she was a little girl, though she had begun to doubt if it would ever truly happen. That was before him, though. With him, there had never been a doubt.
There was a knock at the door.
“Anka,” came the voice. “Are you ready?” It was a good question. She knew this was the right thing to do, but she was still getting butterflies regardless. After taking one last deep breath, she stepped outside.
There were some squeals and some sighs as they saw her. People were crowding around to touch her gently on the arm or to give her a quick hug. She couldn’t help but smile. All the stress was finally over. Her new life was about to begin. They ushered her to the limousine waiting by the door.
Her bridesmaids fussed with her hair on the journey to the church and the driver kept rolling at a steady speed, only stopping once as a madman ran across their path, yelling about cheese.
“Sorry about that,” the driver said, with a hand on his breast pocket. “We’ll get you there safe, I promise.” Anka nodded, too excited to be bothered by interruptions.
The ceremony itself passed in a blur. She spent the whole time gazing lovingly into her partner’s eyes. Nothing could come between them, she thought, as she walked up the aisle. Multicoloured light from the giant stained glass window behind the altar shone on her face, illuminating her. She barely took notice of the friends who had gathered to watch their marriage. It was just the two of them, there, then.
“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed,” the minister said hoarsely, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace...”