I know you haven't made your mind up yet

Part 9: Mrs Tilsley?

Frowning as she looked at her best friend, a confused Carla shook her head "what? Chelle are you drunk? Since when. You know Nick doesn't want us to marry you were here when he said it." She sighed a little with thought of not being Mrs Tilsley in her mind and truth be told she was gutted.

"Do you really think he doesn't want to marry you?" Michelle laughed a little. "Babe, he is head over heels for you and was just angry. He wants to make you his wife and he wants to do it today, so are you going to let me get you ready?" She asked.

"It seems a bit rushed doesn't it?" Carla shrugged in disbelief at the fact it was really happening, she would be married to Nick in a couple of hours.

"Sit down and I'll make a start on your hair and make up then?" She laughed.

"What am I even going to wear?" She asked her beginning to stress.

"Relax Carla... Nick sorted that out." She whispered. Nick had chosen Carla's wedding dress for her and it was beautiful, White of course. The dress was laced, low cut but not too revealing with a small trail. It was Carla's perfect dress and it was the dress she had first fallen in love with when she had gone shopping with Michelle after Nick had proposed to her.

Raising her eyebrow it concerned Carla that he had picked out her wedding dress, yes it was her second wedding but if it was to Nick then everything needed to be perfect, the rest of her life was going to be spent with him. Carla knew it, she could feel that they would grow old together. They would be counting one another's wrinkles and retire in a country house in Devon. Everything seemed so picturesque, their future together.

After getting ready Carla was finally ready to become Mrs Tilsley, today was the day. As she arrived at the church, the very one where she had been christened she could feel her eyes begin to water. Knowing if she dared cry then her make up would smudge. Michelle had done her make up perfect, she wore a natural eye shadow, pale pink lip gloss and minimal mascara. Her hair was up with loose curls that fell upon her face and outlined her cheekbones. All of the guests were waiting, everyone had done a good job of keeping it on the down low.

"You look staggeringly gorgeous..." Nick whispered as he saw his beautiful bride now, a tear escaped his face however he quickly wiped it. "I had this horrible feeling you would hate the idea, didn't think you would show." He spoke.

"What? And miss out on becoming your wife?" She whispered.

After the couple had said their vows the priest spoke. "You may now kiss the bride." He said, a huge smile appearing on his face.