Brooke's POV:
I can't believe today's the day. Today's the day I get married, to the man I love.
I look at myself in the mirror, my hair up in a bun, with hair hanging down in the front.
My make up, smokey eyes, with dark eyeliner tracing the top lid. I believe I looked amazing.
The dress. The dress is so pretty. Strapless, with almost a golden color belt. Then it flows down to the floor, then to match the dress a pair of white heels. Not to high, but not to low either.
Now it is time to walk down the isle.
I take a deep breath and walk up to my moms side. I link my arm in hers and nod. We slowly start to walk out, the music playing lowly.
My eyes lay themselves on Dylan. He looked so handsome. His black suit, his hair, spiked up in a way. He was staring at me smiling.
We finally make it to the alter and he smiles at my mom then grabs my hand. I step up onto the plat form and watch my mom quickly make her way to sit down. I glance around, seeing my brothers, my sister, Lindsey sitting behind them, Tyler Hoechlin, Tyler Posey, Dylan Sprayberry, Holland, and others from set. I turn my attention to Dylan and soon the person starts to read the vows. "Do you Dylan take Brookelle to be your wife?" "I do" he says. "Brookelle do yo-" "I do" I say cutting him off.
We put the rings on each other, "you may kiss the bride." He says. Dylan smashes his lips to mine, smiling into the kiss.
We both pull away smiling at the crowd then jogging down the isle to the back room.
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We Made It (dylan obrien)
Ngẫu nhiênsequel to Will We Make It? (if you haven't read that yet.. I recommend you do.) The rest of Brookelles and Dylan's story.
