The Biggest Step

It was beautiful.

The perfect dress for the perfect day. Broken white, ending just above the knees. The lacy top, sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline, flowing over into a silken skirt that caressed my thighs as dotingly as a lover would.

It was without a doubt the most beautiful dress I had ever worn, and perfect for the occasion. It was a dress meant to be painted, to be eternally captured in the masterpiece of a great artist. I could envision it hanging on a wall in the Louvre, surrounded by works just as enticingly beautiful as this.

I couldn't help myself. I just had to look at it from every angle. The white dress had me completely in its thrall and smiling as brightly as the sun, despite the nerves wrecking my body. I had planned this event to the second, had checked on the catering and band daily, had drilled the schedule into the heads of each bridesmaid and still I was convinced something would go wrong.

Today was the most important day of my life. Today I would walk through the most beautiful church in the country towards a gorgeous man and take the biggest step a girl could take. There wasn't enough practice in the world that could prepare me for that. Still I had tried.

Along with my best friend, the best man, I had practiced walking towards the altar, doing my best not to stumble in my high heels. Technically I had taken that exact step a thousand times, a few times with ease, a few times with reluctance and a few times with fury, but none of them mattered.

Today the love of my life would be watching. I couldn't lose myself like I had a tendency to do in his presence. There would be people, people we all loved, I couldn't disappoint any of them.

You have to be strong.

"There you are!" One of the bridesmaids stormed through the door, waving her hands around in a fit. "The song is about to start. Everybody's waiting for you!"

It was time.

I blinked away the moister welling up in my eyes - can't ruin my make-up - and caged the creatures running rampage in my stomach. I took one last look in the mirror, one last look at my perfect dress, and smiled, a bright, glowing grin.

"I'm ready."

I followed the fussing bridesmaid all the way from the hotel to the church, my heels clicking with ever step on the concrete. Each felt heavy, as if they carried a momentum invisible even to me. Yet they all paled in comparison to the one that had consumed my thoughts for months now.

The church was just as beautiful as the rest of the event. Tall, white towers. Large, painted windows. Most of all booming with people. Their chatter reached my ears even through the closed, imperious door.

I faintly remembered him telling me this was where his parents had been married and wondered if that day had been just as bright and sunny as this one. I snorted out loud, a rather strange sight to the bridesmaid tapping her foot besides me. Faintly? Who was I kidding? Each time he spoke me brain turned on the recording devices and locked each tape carefully into my all in a library dedicated to all things him.

Love. Such a funny thing it was.

"Are you done?" the bridesmaid arched her brow, her foot still drumming on the pavement.

I nodded again, telling her: "Let's get going." But my mind was fuzzy and my heart was already in the church waiting by the altar.

I took my place in front of the tall gates separating him from me and closed my eyes, ignoring the people hurrying into place behind me.

Duhn duhn du-duhn, duhn duhn du-duhn

The music started and the creaking door was pulled open. My eyes opened of their own accord and locked onto his.

Perfection.

I became weightless. I heared my heels clicking on the stone aisle, but I didn't feel my feet move. The music had me hypnotized – or maybe his eyes had already taken care of that – I didn't know; I'm wasn't thinking anymore. Vaguely, I remembered that not thinking is problematic. It makes you forget yourself, makes you stand still when you should be moving, but –

Duhn duhn du-duhn, duhn duhn du-duhn

He was perfect. He took my breath away and made me forget I ever needed it.

I floated towards the alter, only halting right before him. Tears streamed down my face. He had gotten more beautiful somehow. Maybe it was the suit, the tie. He had always looked good in formal wear. Then again maybe it was just the happiness.

Duhn duhn du-duhn, duhn duhn du-duhn

I was still smiling.

I looked him in the eye and I remembered what I hadto do. I took the biggest step of my life.

I stepped aside.

His gaze didn't move, still locked on the bride.

Duhn duhn du-duhn, duhn duhn du-duhn

I kept smiling.

Hi,

This is my first original work on Wattpad (I'm writing a Dramoine story as well at the moment). It's an idea that had been running about in my head for a while now and i wanted to share it with you guys.

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