Part twelve: Together

They had spent a few days on preparing the wedding. She wrote to April and got her mother's wedding dress. He found his only tux and had it cleaned. They invited a few close friends and planned the wedding at a church. They were both so excited, but so nervous at the same time. They couldn't wait until the day.

She looked at the dress.

"My god, I can't believe she got married in this monstrosity," she whispered. It flowed down past her ankles. The whole thing was made of lace, with silk underneath. It had long sleeves and a small collar. The years had wrinkled it and made it into something that needed fixing. She knew she had to get some help on it. She then looked at the veil. The veil was fine, simple and nothing more. But it was the dress. She knew that living in Paris, she had to fix it. She asked around until she found a local tailor. She showed them the dress and to her surprise, he wasn't scared. He took it in and when she went to get it, it looked like something out of a fairy tale.

He was a nervous wreck. Everything up till this, he had experienced in their relationship before. But now, he would be bound down to the one he loved. He straightened his bow tie and took a deep breath. Emma would finally be his. No more worrying about being alone. She would be his eternally.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her wavy honey blonde hair has down in no particular style. The dress looked much better. The tailor cut the sleeves just right, so they were short. The veil covered her hair and nothing more. She had a bouquet of pink roses and her rosary hung from her neck. Her green eyes looked blue from the light. She looked like something she thought a princess would look like. She was so nervous. No more worrying about living an old maid. She would be his forever.

He stood by the altar, waiting for his bride. He heard the organ starting and looked to the doors. He had never seen anything lovelier and precious than what he saw. She walked down the aisle in a simple short sleeved white gown, her hair down to the middle of her back. Her eyes shined blue and her smile was radiant. She walked to the altar alone, no one to give her away.

When she arrived at his side, he whispered to her, "I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life. You are more than stunning."

She smiled and said, "Nothing can compare to how handsome you are." He smiled and soon the priest began. Despite their breaking the Catholic Churches rules, they both wanted to be married the proper way, by some sort of religious leader.

The priest began the ceremony and in what seemed only a matter of seconds, he proclaimed, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." He looked at her and smiled. She looked at him and smiled. He then leaned in and kissed her in a gentle manor.

As they walked down the aisle, he whispered into her ear, "Hello, Mrs. Williams."

She giggled and said, "Hello, Mr. Williams." They were both exploding with joy. They were now bound together for life.

 

 

 

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