Two

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I woke up as the morning sun poured through the sheer white curtains.  The summer breeze carried hints of honeysuckle and daisies through my bedroom.  My mom, as well as my bestfriend growing up, Charlotte, ran into my room giddy about the days events.  I stretched my sore muscles and wiped th esleep from my eyes.  I listened as my mother read from the customary list given to each bride on her wedding day.  It read as follows:

Today is June 18th, 2220

Your wedding has been planned for this day.  Per request, it will take place on Gardenia Drive at four o' clock at the old mansion.   We know, as customary, you will be as lovely as a summer flower.  Your dress will be delivered to you at two....

I zoned out.  For years, a girl dreams of her wedding dress.  It is made specially for each bride.  It is supposed to reflect her nature and natural beauty.  It is made by the great creator council and hand creafted by the head mistress herself.  Each and every one was utterly grand.

The minutes ticked by...my team of preppers tugged at my hair and govered over me like vultures attempting to create "the perfect bride".  Hours of brushing and curling and plucking and tweasing engulfed my "perfect day".  I was beginning to lose focus on what was happening, but the turned my chair around to face the mirror.  It revealed to me not myself but a beautiful, glowing person, I was amazed.

I examined myself.  My hair ruby red hair fell to my chest in soft curls.  In it was a crown made with petals from Gardenias-my grandmothers. The veil was hanging loosely from the back in a train that fell to my feet.  My lips were pink like the petals, and my cheeks were the color of the flowers in my hair.  I felt lovely in every way possible.  I looked up and saw everyone in the room aweing at their creation.

My mother ran into to room screetching.  Charlotte was close behind her.  They both were breathtaking in their soft pink dresses.  I waited impatiently for two o' clock.  They all dapped at my cheeks and smoothed over my hair as I squirmed in my chair.  The doorbell rang right on the minute.  I wanted to jump up and run to the door, but I knew I would mess up my hair.  My mother brought in the shimmering ball gown with tears in her eyes.  It was a beautiful pure white and the top was covered in rare pale blue jewels.  I stepped into it and they laced up the back.  It fit perfectly.  It hugged my waist and fluffed out at the my hips.  The shoes were crystal with blue jewels and had a slight heel.  There  was a note attached to the box.

My Dear Marie,

Your beauty is exquisite on both the outside and inside.  Each jewel represents a life you will change, and as you can see- There are countless.  The blue coloring represents life and ever flowing happiness and joy you bring to those around you.  I cholse this extravagent ballgown because of your classic heart and beautiful soul.  May you always shine as bright as a jewel.  Best of luck on your day.

Love,

Miss Tiana Lewiss

I couldn't wait to walk down the aisle.  I gathered last minute items.  A bottle of water, my bouquet, and the rings, then we headed out the door.  A white limosine was waiting for my mom, Charlotte, and I.  We put the stuff in the trunk and sped off towards the mansion.  WE passed the church i grew up in, the school i went to, and the park i played at.  All seemed so recent, but were left far behind me.  aS we rounded the corner, i could see the amazing white columns on the mansion's front steps.  We pulled into the drive way, crossed the yard, and entered through the back door so I couldn't be seen.  We winded up the black iron staircase into the loft.  It was decorated in white silk.  The breeze gently lifted the curtains and it smelled like old wood.  We got touched up quickly.  I slipped into my shoes, and we sat there talking and waiting.  A knock at the door signaled the time to leave.  I opened the white French doors to the balcony and my father was on the other side.  His eyes were foggy wit htears as he remembered the only daughter he had dancing around the living room.  I took his arm and we rounded the corner of the balcony and walked towards the front.  The violinist began to play and as we rounded the corner, I saw facing the crowd, my dream come true.  Sighs and gasps were heard from the crowd and Lucas turned around to face me.  He immediately teared up and pressed his hands against his face to stop them from falling.  I smiled brightly.  The happiness was overpowering.  We walked the ramanining length of the balcony and we met him face to face.  My father kissed my cheek and placed my hands in his.  This was the first time we touched and i never wanted it to end.

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