My wedding was beautiful. Anthony wore cream and scarlet tuxedo. The benches were lined with red and off-white roses, and so was the aisle. The flower girls wore red dresses with cream details, and the bridesmaids wore cream dresses with garnet accessories. The groomsmen wore black tuxedoes with alternating red or cream vests. I wore a cream gown, making this as close to a regular wedding as possible. I wore my long, brown hair on a bun, and ruby accents in my hair. I had off-white roses in my bouquet, with cream lilies too. It was topped off with garnets, splashed here and there on the flowers. My veil was cream, with rubies and garnets decorating it. I walked slowly and carefully down the aisle as everyone stood. I felt as beautiful as a goddess, and I was going to be as happy as one too. I felt like I was flying. I was giddy, but I tried to contain my excitement. We proceeded with the ceremony, when it finished, we took our honeymoon to Italy. It was beautiful. When we returned, we stayed at my bungalow I received on my birthday. Which reminds me. I had never actually opened my birthday presents. Just the ones on the day before. I would have birthday and wedding presents to open when I got back. But that wasn't important to me right now. All that was important was Anthony, and me.
And that was all that was important.
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Teen FictionBased on a true story, with a few twists, "Eighteen" is a story about a love that was not to be, but worked out in the end. "Eighteen" has been called "A loving tale that anyone will enjoy". Characters have also been called "Psychotically in love, s...
