The door opens signalling for the entourage of the most awaited person of this event.
Here she comes. The bride herself.
Dennise Michelle Lazaro
There she is, lovely as she had always been, standing at the church's door with her parents on both sides.
As soon as the music starts she, along with her parents, starts to walk down the red carpet aisle.
Her radiating smile and graceful walk had only emphasized her beauty in her white gown that she personally designed.
I couldn't help but have my smile wider than before as I recall how she had everything planned out for her wedding.
She who had spent numerous of days of making arrangements from the dress, to the food, to the flowers, to the music.
Everything were hand picked to her taste. To her perfect dream wedding.
At some point I had to make her stop as she starts stressing out over little things.
An example would be that missing flower at her bouquet.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...kulang ng isa." Dennise said almost in tears
"Hey, okay lang yan." I said and hold her shoulders, rubbing them in circles.
