Mr.Brightside

Chapter 10

Jack

The day was finally here-the day that had been circled on the calendar for months, the day we had planned down to the last detail, the day I would marry Clara. I woke up early, the first light of dawn just beginning to peek through the curtains, and for a moment, I lay there in the quiet, letting the significance of the day sink in.

I felt a strange mixture of emotions-excitement, nervousness, anticipation-but above all, there was a deep, unwavering sense of certainty. This was what I wanted, what I had always wanted, even before I fully understood it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Clara, to build a future together, to face whatever life threw at us as a team.

The Morning Preparations

After a quick shower, I made my way to the kitchen where my best man, Tom, was already up, making coffee. He looked up as I walked in, a grin spreading across his face.

"Morning, groom-to-be," he said, handing me a mug. "How are you feeling?"

I took the coffee, grateful for the caffeine boost. "Nervous, but good," I admitted. "It's a big day."

"Yeah, it is," Tom agreed, leaning against the counter. "But you've got this, Jack. You and Clara are solid. Today is just the beginning."

I nodded, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling some of the nerves begin to ease. "Thanks, Tom. I appreciate that."

The rest of the morning was a blur of activity-getting dressed, making sure everything was in place, checking in with the wedding planner, and, of course, trying to keep the nerves in check. My groomsmen were great, keeping the mood light with jokes and stories, but there was no escaping the fact that this was one of the most important days of my life.

A Quiet Moment

As the time for the ceremony approached, I found myself needing a moment alone. I stepped outside, the cool morning air helping to calm my racing thoughts. I stood there for a few minutes, just breathing, grounding myself in the present.

I thought about Clara-how much she meant to me, how far we had come, and how much we still had to look forward to. I could picture her in her dress, walking down the aisle, and the thought filled me with a sense of awe. She was the one, the person I wanted to spend my life with, and today was the day we would make that commitment to each other.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small, handwritten note I had prepared for Clara. It wasn't much, just a few lines about how much I loved her and how excited I was to start our life together, but I knew it would mean something to her. I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she read it.

The Ceremony

Finally, it was time. The guests were seated, the music was playing softly in the background, and I stood at the front of the aisle, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt Tom's hand on my shoulder, a silent reminder that he was there, and that everything was going to be okay.

And then, the music changed. I looked up, and there she was-Clara, walking down the aisle with her father, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her. Her dress was perfect, simple yet elegant, just like her, and the smile on her face was radiant. In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just her and me, taking this step together.

As she reached the front, her father gave her a kiss on the cheek and placed her hand in mine. The touch of her hand grounded me, calming the last of my nerves. We turned to face the officiant, and the ceremony began.