'Do I look okay?' I ask as I look away from the mirror and ask my friend.
I'm wearing a white gown. The day where I begin happiness for the rest of my life is finally here.
'You look absolutely amazing' she replies.
A nervous flutter in my stomach appears as my red haired friend pulls a corsage over her wrist.
The door opens, and another girl appears in the room. 'It's time' she says, with a broad London accent.
I take one last glance in the mirror before I walk out of the room I was in and into the wedding car waiting outside.
When we arrived at the church, dozens of other cars where there too. Perfectly parked straight and next to each other. The doors of the church opened and the wedding march began to play.
one step, two.
one step, two.
I looked up from the red carpet and looked up the aisle. There he was, my soon to be husband. His blonde hair styled perfectly. All suited and booted, just like everyone else in the room. But he stood out from the rest.
His best man stood next to him, in a black suit and white rose tucked into his top pocket.
Head turned to face the from as I reached the top of the aisle to turn and face who I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
The traditional vows weren't used. Our names weren't used either. We said 'I do' and kissed.
