Fridnetha

#11

(Frida's POV)

The bright morning sun and soft warm air woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned aloud. I sat up on the bed, my gaze immediately caught by the white dress hanging on my closet. Today is the day.

I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. I immediately took all of my clothes off, and looked at my reflection on the mirror. I studied every detail of myself that I could see--the messy brunette hair, the scattered freckles, the small colorless lips, and more. I still couldn't believe that one person could love every single thing that I hated about me.

I smiled a bit, and walked to the bathtub to get the water running. I was not nervous, tensed or anything like that, I simply just wanted to relax. I immediately reached for some bath bombs. Strawberries and vanilla, her favorite scent. I smiled to myself again, and dropped them.

Not long after, I dipped into the bath. I laid my head on one end, while the rest of my body was soaked in water. I breathed in, and out, and closed my eyes. Of course, all I could see was her--the bleached blonde hair graciously falling down her back, the prominent cheekbones, the ocean eyes. What I hated about myself was what I loved most when it came to her. 

A few minutes came by, and I finally decided to shower, just to rinse my body and wash my hair as well. I brushed my teeth afterwards, and wore a bathrobe. I couldn't help but to giggle 'cause she had the same bathrobe, baby pink in color, with her name also embroidered on the front left chest. I wondered if she was using it that moment, too.

I began fixing myself by blow-drying my hair and combing it. Afterwards I put a little make-up on, just a bit of brown eyeshadow, tangerine blush, and lip gloss made it work. I wore my white dress afterwards, it was strapless and it loosely fell down to my feet. I suddenly gasped because I almost forgot to wear the cute flower headdress hanging on my closet. I instantly reached for it and pinned it on my hair. She requested me to do so. Lastly, I grabbed my white sandals and wore them, then I heard someone knock three times on the door, and apparently it was Benny.

"Frida, are you done? We only got thirty minutes to go."

"Yes, coming through!" I answered.

I looked at my whole self through the bedroom mirror. This is it. I am now ready. Ready to embrace this positive change. Ready to commit myself. Ready to seal this love for her.

The venue was just a five-minute drive away from my house. As the car had stopped, I hurriedly stepped out and walked towards the front, well just near the front, as how we know it was supposed to be. I didn't even bother looking at the people who were there already. Today, nothing else mattered, but only her, my Agnetha.

"Frid, hey, how are you feeling right now?" My attention was caught by someone who spoke as he held my shoulder from the back.

"Oh, Björn! I'm.. I don't know? Happy? Kinda nervous?" I said.

He chuckled softly. "Agnetha is one lucky woman. This is it Frida. Know that I wish the two of you all the best." He then patted my head.

"Well I do hope she feels lucky to be with me." I smirked. "Thank you, Björn."

He just nodded, and went to his seat.

As we all waited for her to arrive, I couldn't help but to observe the venue--it was a mixture of green and white. Green plants and trees, and white cloths and flowers, just exactly as she planned it to be.

After a few moments, the music had started playing. The sponsors had started marching on the long red carpet. Not long after, white flower petals were thrown on it, too. Everyone was smiling. Everything felt too good. Too good to be real, in fact. I was still at ease, I guess it's because I was too happy, I can't fathom it into words. My mood got even lighter as I saw her parents walk down the aisle, smiling at me as they got close. I told myself I would prove them how much I love their daughter. I also couldn't help but to feel a little sad, what if my parents were there as well? But I didn't mind it that much, I should just enjoy the moment. Then suddenly, the music stopped, and the sound of a familiar voice engulfed the place.