"Are you ready?" my father asks, smiling genuinely. He looks so happy today. I can feel tears form in my eyes but I blink them away, not wanting to ruin my makeup of all times to ruin it.

            "As ready as I'll ever be," I chuckle nervously as the reality of today slowly starts to sink in. My father extends his elbow out to me and I shakily wrap my hands around his arm as we leave the small room we’ve been waiting in for what seems like forever. "Dad?" he hums as if to ask me 'What?', "I'm nervous," I stop walking. My breathing quickly picks up to become hyperventilating.

            "Princess," the nickname my dad always calls me, "you will be fine and everything will go perfectly," he reassures me, gently patting the top of my hand that is resting on his arm. I take a deep breath and sigh as we continue walking down the long, what seems like never-ending, hallway. We arrive at the double doors of the large ballroom. "You'll be just fine princess," my father kisses my forehead before the large double doors open and my little cousin enters the ballroom alone with her basket of flower petals. Moments later, the first of my six bridesmaids enter the ballroom with their partnered groomsman. One by one, slowly, they enter the ballroom with the doors closing again behind them each time. Finally, it was my turn to walk in with my father.

            The start of Pachelbel Canon can softly be heard from the other side of the door. I take one last deep breath before the doors open for me and my father to enter the large room. Everyone stands and turns to look at us and we start walking down the long and beautiful decorated isle. Everything is beautiful; the decorations, flowers, everything in white with the accent of light blue. As we walk, I glance around at everyone looking back at me and I can’t help but feel grateful that all these people would be here today to celebrate with me and the love of my life. As my father and I near the end of the isle, where my fiancé is standing and waiting for me, I smile as I approach the man I love with all my heart. A small, barely noticeable tear escapes my eye as he smiles back at me with love visible on his perfect features and in his beautiful eyes. I wouldn’t ask for anything different right now.

            I turn to my father and he reaches for the bottom of my veil to push it behind me. He takes my hand and gives me off to the man about to become my husband. “You look beautiful,” he whispers to me as we walk up a few steps, hand-in-hand. I hand off my bouquet of roses to my maid of honour and turn to face my fiancé. The wedding ceremony goes without a problem; no interruptions, no objections to our marriage. We say our vows and exchange rings. “You may now kiss the bride,” I smile as my, now, husband leans in to kiss me. As his face is just a centimetre or two away from mine, he whispers, “I love you, more than anything baby,” before pressing his lips softly against mine. Everyone cheers as I kiss him back and we are officially married. I can’t wait to happily spend the rest of my life with him.

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-AUTHOR'S NOTE-

THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY ON AFF AND THOUGHT I'D GIVE IT A TRY SO HERE IT IS... 

-HOPE YOU ENJOY IT-