Our Recovery|Away at War

Chapter 22- It's A Love Story Part 1

''Don't you all look gorgeous?'' I smiled, walking over to all of Addie's flower girls. All of the girls were waiting in a stunning hotel suite, waiting for Addie to finish off getting ready, whilst all the boys were somewhere else down the hall.

''Thank you Ma'am,'' the oldest smiled at me. Daisy was Addie's niece and was the exact image of her mother, Yolanda. She had gorgeous blonde flowing locks, which had been curled for today and was dressed identical to the other four flower girls. Macey and Millie were there, and were to be carried down the aisle by myself and Mya. Each of the five girls were dressed in a gorgeous white dress, with a full skirt flowing from their waists. To match our dresses, they had an aqua blue ribbon around their waists, which were tied into a bow at the back.

''Call me Willow darling,'' I told her, walking over to Mya, who was fussing about with one of the clasps on her dress. ''Here, let me.''

''Thanks,'' she sighed. ''It keeps popping open,'' she stressed. She breathed in slightly, so I could close the clasp, before sighing again. ''It fit fine a couple of weeks ago,'' she complained, ''and now I just look fat!''

''Don't be ridiculous My, you look great. You've managed to lose all of your baby weight so quickly, I'm jealous,'' I laughed, smoothing my dress out. Mya frowned at me, not wanting to take the compliment, ''I'm serious, you look amazing.'' She really did, we'd both had our hair done in an up-do, which had an intricate nest of braids delicately pinned up, and with the dresses, it was the most made-up I'd been since the accident.

''Whatever, that's easy to say when you look like you,'' she smirked, raising her eyebrows.

''Everyone! Addie's ready, she's coming!'' Her older sister's both squealed, opening the door wider. As Addie was, they were both tall, slim and beautiful with locks of dark blonde hair flowing down their backs. Their dresses were almost identical to ours, but they had beautiful laced sleeves and were short instead of long, paired with the same matching patent, cream stilettos we were wearing.

We heard the graceful sound of Addie's heels clicking across the wooden floor, before she emerged from the door, taking everyone's breath away- she looked beautiful. Her dress, white of course, had a sweetheart neckline, and clung to just above her waist, showing off her slim figure. A gorgeous, satin ivory ribbon was wrapped around her middle, until the dress elegantly fell down, layer upon layer. The top of her dress had slight ruffling, but on the bottom, sat a stunning top layer of lace, with intricate flowers sewn into certain parts of it, falling gracefully into a train behind her, with identical detailing. Her whole body was glowing with a pre-wedding tan, and her makeup was subtle, yet incredibly gorgeous- as was her hair, which had been curled, and pinned to the side as a simple veil fell down alongside her dress. She held a bouquet of white flowers, with tiny sprigs of elderflowers entwined within them.

''Do I look alright?'' She asked, shrugging her shoulders nervously.

''Addie you look stunning,'' I told her, walking over to hug her.

''You look so incredible Adds!'' Mya said, joining the hug, as she wiped under her eyes, stopping the tears. I was so happy for Addie, and she wasn't even married yet, but even so the emotions were already running high at her pure beauty.

''Come on then sis, let's go get you married!'' Her eldest sister, squealed, ushering her two girls along, as Addie's other sister took her niece, and Mya and I picked up our girls. I pecked Addie on the cheek as I hugged her again, wishing her luck, and went into the foyer, waiting for the ceremony to start. I could see everyone sat down in the hall, which had tall marble pillars and floor. It was decorated to perfection- simple and white, yet so pure and elegant. Everyone was already sat down, waiting, and we all watched as the Paige boys, two of which I assumed were twins, walked down the aisle. Finn, Michael and Addie's brother, Chris, followed on, standing at the side. They were all dressed in white shirts, with a grey waistcoat and aqua tie, with a black tailcoat jacket. Then, Damien's best men, who were his three brothers, followed on, and finally, Damien himself.