Operation Marriage

Chapter Three - Wedding Day

Chapter Three - Wedding Day

Katie and I walked into school the next day, side by side. Katie had chosen to wear a sweet, white dress that was made of lace. It came down to just above her knee and hugged her figure. She wore white flats and her blonde hair was up in an elegant bun with a white rose slipped in at the side. I had to admit, Katie looked very pretty. Now, I'm not going to be all cliché and say that I looked ugly when actually I looked like a Vogue model or whatever. I definitely didn't look like a Vogue model, but I thought I actually looked quite nice. I wore a strapless lilac dress that flowed out and came to just above my knee. The dress had a light purple silk sash around my waist and then a dark purple ribbon tied in a small, delicate bow on top of that. On my feet I wore white plimsolls and my dark brown hair was in its natural curls and was half up, half down. It looked like I had made an effort, but not too much of an effort. After all, my face was obviously natural. I hated make up, it was itchy and hid my freckles, which I was actually quite fond of.

I could only fear what Devon was going to wear and what his vows were going to say.

"Do I look like I've made too much of an effort? I mean, it's not prom yet so I don't want to ruin that and looked too nice before hand. Should I take my hair down and leave it natural, or should I-" Katie started, but I slapped her lightly on the arm.

"You look fine, not at all overdressed. You need to stop worrying about your looks, you sound like one of the plastic girls." I said as we walked towards the gym.

"Fine, but if I look too dressed up I'm blaming you." She said, sniffing. I just chuckled to myself as we entered the gym. It was set out like a wedding room, the chairs in two segments and an aisle going down the middle. At the end was a table with a pile of books on it, the journals I guessed, and Mrs Kampe stood in front of it, watching as everyone sat down. She wore the same outfit as she always did, but she had decided to put a flower in her hair. That was her efforts for our 'weddings'.

It took a while, but eventually, everyone had taken their seats and were facing Mrs Kampe, who now held a piece of paper in her hand.

"Settle down, settle down!" She called out, her voice echoing throughout the gym. She had obviously chosen not to use a microphone today, which was definitely a good thing - she would have most certainly deafened us all in here. "Now, I have the list of each couple and I will read them out one at a time, in the order that they were announced in yesterday. The bride will then exit the gymnasium with her chosen bridesmaids while we prepare the groom. Mr Alfaro will walk the brides down the aisle-" Mr Alfaro was our head of year, and he was a lovely man, everybody liked him. "-and then we will start each ceremony. If we finish early, you can go home at that time. Mr Alfaro has everyone's flowers at the ready to give them to you when you are going to walk down the aisle. Any questions?" No one raised their hand. "Good. Now, the first couple is Mark Smith and Amelia Hakings!"

Amelia was lead out of the gym by Mr Alfaro and Mark walked over to the table. He was wearing a suit with a pink tie to match Amelia's dress. Mrs Kampe then started talking to Mark until she gave a quick nod to the teacher standing by the gym doors. The teacher opened the door and Mr Alfaro and Amelia walked out, arms linked. Amelia held a bunch of pink and white flowers in her hands and her silky, pink dress flowed to her ankles. Her honey coloured hair was in an elegant do and she honestly looked rather beautiful. Hushed whispers went around the audience as we watched Amelia being walked up the aisle. The pianist was playing a beautiful and slow wedding tune. It looked quite a lot like a real wedding.

The rest of their ceremony went on rather swimmingly. Their vows were quite traditional and at the end, when told to 'kiss the bride', Mark kissed her cheek softly, before they were given their journals and then walked back down the aisle with cheers and claps following them.