𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

24) Affinal

Affinal (adjective) [a-fahyn-l]
Related by or concerning marriage

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Deep breath.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. As narcissistic as it sounds, you looked perfect. Literally... perfect.

"Wow," you looked back to find your mother standing. She walked towards you in awe, "You look beautiful honey." She placed her hands on your shoulder and you hugged her.

Tears started to moisten your eyes and you could feel that your mother was in the same state. "I'll miss you," She said, hugging you tightly.

You backed away. "Oh mom, please don't do that. You're making me sad now. All my make up will mess up," You joked, making your mother chuck as she wiped her cheeks. You kissed her cheek, "I love you."

*****

It was time. The moment was here.

You stood outside the church hall's door, anxiously waiting with your dad by your side.

Then the music started. You swallowed hard, butterflies in your stomach. Your dad gave you a kiss on the cheek, making you smile.

He opened the door and the two of you started to walk down the aisle.

It was so pretty. Everything was the way you imagined. The decorations matched with the colours you chose: lilac and white. But what you found the most amazing was how all your friends and family were gathered, all in awe as you made your way ahead. You couldn't control the smile on your face.

You looked through the veil. Your eyes fell onto the man waiting ahead... your man. Your soon-to-be husband. The man you'll spend the rest of your life with in happiness.

You finally came to where the priest stood. Your dad squeezed your hand and let go. He sat right in front next to your mother, who you could tell was teary.

You stood in front of Dylan. He lifted the veil over your head, revealing your face. You smiled, but that turned into concern really quickly.

Dylan was crying. He was struggling to hold his tears back. "Aw baby, what's wrong?" You whispered, loud enough for Dylan to hear. You lifted your hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. "Nothing... you look beautiful," He smiled, his eyes still damp.

You both held each others hand and turned to the priest, who smiled.

*****

"I do," You answered. "I pronounce you husband and wife," The priest said, "You may kiss the bride." (*Concise version, just for the imagine*)

You looked back to Dylan, who took a step forward. He placed a hand on your cheek and rested his lips on yours. Everyone cheered and aplauded, but the kiss drowned it out. It was perfect.

You had to remind yourself that you were in front of people and at your wedding, not some date at home. You pulled away, a smile on your lips. You kissed Dylan on the cheek and he snaked a hand around your waist.

The two of you turned to the crowd watching. You couldn't believe that you just got married, especially, to Dylan.