This season, thirteen exceptional women are qualified to compete for the love of Royal Prince George, Duke of Buckinghamshire, however, when a random is accidentally thrown into the bunch, and actually catches the eye of the Prince's brother. What's...
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08 | A not so Royal wedding: Pt 2
THE Cathedral stood at the highest point in the small town. Nothing near to it could compare to its grand quality, and yet, it sill maintained the medieval Cathedral vibe. The great rock was perched above a sea of roofs and had a grand expanse of land at its expense. And the interior decorated with gilded reserved isles for those who had bought, or earned an isle to themselves. The Obsidian walls were made up of smooth stone, and glass Mosaics of Jesus, and Lotus flowers for tradition.
The church itself smelled of scented candles, and dying flowers. Its stone walls captured the warm sense of excitement that washed over when you heard the word wedding, carrying with it pleasant smelling lilac perfume and a wandering scent of magnolia blossoms. The faintest hints of sunlight peeked in between the church's high ceilings and its cold marble floors.
Withered Petals and soft flowers were scattered across the floor, and a bright red rose was handed to the Groom -- dressed in a white and red Sherwani -- as he passed each isle.
When he got to Katamina's row, she handed him a rose, and a reassuring smile she could tell he appreciated because he was insanely nervous.
And she couldn't blame him, because as soon as the bride walked out in her Saffron red Lehenga, decorated in beautiful Bangles, rings, and the beautiful saris and gold jewelry that characterized much of the Indian subcontinent's culture, and the Traditional Bindi, applied between her eyebrows -- She wasn't sure if her jaw or the groom's jaw dropped lower.
Hers she was sure.
The choir had reached halfway point of Messiah by George Frederic Handel, by the time Katamina had zoned back in.
''She's so beautiful.'' Fiona whispered to her, and she was in the process of nodding in agreement, but froze as Prince George's strict eyes fell upon them.
Depicting nothing short of, quiet.
The bride accepted her roses, walking the Narthex of the entrance with an elated smile spread across her face.
Down the long aisles with the central being the nave, a transept that gave the Cathedral its cross shape, and to the open choir where the Priest and the groom met, and an apse at the far end of the nave, where all the decorations pointed to.
The groom gazed at her with such a fondness, Katamina was almost jealous. They were so cute, and the entire thing had her feeling emotional the whole time.
She fought back tears, and avoided eye contact with the young prince she knew could see her from his seat in the isle opposite of them.
Lord, please don't have me in this thing sobbing. I couldn't handle the embarrassment of crying in somebody else's wedding.
