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The Wedding 2/3

A few days later, it was the wedding day. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. Bella and I had planned how we would get to the wedding venue, and if we didn't get there properly, I was fairly sure everyone would hate us for life.

I walk downstairs to see Bella running her fingers through her hair and pacing about.

"Uh, Bella? You alright?" I asked nervously. She jumped when she saw me.

Bella nodded and looked at me. "Go on, back to bed, there's a good girl."

"Um.. Bella? I'm sixteen." I said, walking over to her. "And the wedding is today. So I can't go back to bed, I'm afraid."

I looked closely at her. "Are.. are you nervous? Because you're just an eight year old and you've planned how we're going to get to the wedding?"

Bella didn't answer.

"I say that's pretty amazing. You don't find much eight year olds that do that sort of thing." I said, smiling.

Bella smiled and wrapped her arms around me. Then she pulled away and stared at the ground.

"What if.. I don't know everything fails?" Bella said.

"How do you expect that to happen?" I said. I looked at her and saw she had no answer. "Don't worry, Bella. It'll all come full circle in the end."

Then I went upstairs to get ready.

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Half an hour later, all my friends were ready and we were all chatting nervously and excitedly.

We were leaving for the wedding in ten minutes and Mum and Dad had just finish wrapping the wedding gifts, which was a pink bathrobe and a blue bathrobe.

Natasha was smiling happily, but then, who wouldn't be smiling at their sisters wedding?

Then my sister came down the stairs. She was dressed exactly the same as the rest of my friends  and she looked so nice!

"Wow!" said Mum. "Bella, you look stunning! Did you know you aren't going to be a bridesmaid?"

Bella looked at Mum, confused. "Oh?"

"You're going to be the flower girl." Dad finished.

Bella smiled nervously. I turned to Denis. "Did you ask your uncle if you could borrow his caravan?"

Denis nodded. "He said as long as we don't mess it up."

I smiled.

Dad raised his voice above the noise.

"It's time to go!" Dad called.

We all stood up. I felt a little bit sad, because all my friends were going in the caravan, and I was going to be in a car but I had Natasha with me so I didn't feel too lonely. Me and Natasha got into the car after we had waved at my friends going into the caravan.

I gulped. That could've been the last time I could ever wave to them.

And that's when I knew I was going nuts.

After all, what could happen?

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Dad's POV XD

"Dang and blast these fancy mathematic!" I thought. I was trying to attach the caravan to the car so that we could get to the wedding. It was going to be awful if I couldn't do this properly.