“Oh my god” you repeated for possibly the hundredth time. You paced back and forth restlessly in the lobby of the church, your long white dress trailing behind you like a cloak. “Don’t freak out ok?” you told yourself sternly. “There’s no need, this will be the best day of your life.” Yet even that didn’t stop you from being nervous.
Inside your fiancé Finn Harries would be waiting for you at the altar. Perhaps he was checking his watch anxiously, wondering what was keeping you.
This is the most important day of your life, your brain hissed, stop being a coward! You took a deep breath, staring at your reflection in a glass mirror hung on the wall.
Your hair was up in a loose bun with strands falling out and framing your face. Your makeup was to die for (simple but elegant) and your dress … wow the dress. It was exquisite with a sweetheart neckline and an A-shaped skirt. You looked exactly like the bride you’d dreamed you’d be when you were a little girl.
But that didn’t stop you from being worried. On the internet last night, you’d looked up the divorce rate and figured out every 1 in 3 marriages were sure to end in divorce. You definitely did not want that – in fact it was one of the things you were most scared of. Finn and you fought sometimes but you’d always make up soon after. But when people were married, arguments suddenly got more heated and serious. You didn’t think you could handle it.
You were just thinking this as your father wandered out of the church, looking around wonderingly. “Y/N?” he called.
“I’m here dad” you said loudly, gesturing to yourself.
His eyes widened in admiration as he caught sight of you. “Oh Y/N you look positively stunning” he told you. A crease appeared in between his eyebrows. “But what’s keeping you?”
You took another deep breath. “I don’t know if I … I” you sniffed, trying desperately not to cry. You turned away from the mirror hurriedly.
Your father’s arms were around you in a minute, holding you close. “Would you like me to get your mother?” he whispered.
You shook your head quickly. “No, no, I just … need a minute” you said uncertainly.
Your dad gripped you by both shoulders, looking into your eyes softly. “You’ve had fifteen minutes Y/N. Are you ok?”
“I’m … I …”
“Look Y/N if it’s any consolation at all to the thoughts that are swimming around in your mind right now, there is a handsome young man waiting for you at that altar, ready to make the best decision of his life” your dad explained.
He was completely right. Finn had no qualms about marrying you; it’s all he’d talked about for the past year since he’d proposed. It’s not like much would change either as you already lived together in an apartment in London.
“Ok” you nodded in determination, knowing deeply you was making the right choice and of course, the choice you wanted to make. “Let’s do this.”
Your dad beamed at your proudly. “That’s my girl” he said. He offered you his arm. “Shall we attend this wedding or what?”
“We shall” you replied, smiling and taking his arm with a flourish. You both stand outside the entrance to the church hall where you’re about to get married. You wait for the signature music, your dad looking proud whilst you nervously fiddled with your nails.
Then the march began to play. You gripped your father’s arm tightly and began to walk down the aisle – as gracefully as you could muster. Everybody turned to watch you with adoring smiles and genuine beams. You looked past all of them and up to the altar.
Stood there in a perfect black tuxedo was Finn Harries, the man of your dreams. To his side was Jack, his twin brother and best man till the end. They were both grinning at you. There was just one difference to the grins: Finn’s is full of love.
You arrive and your father places your hand in Finn’s. As the priest begins to talk you glance sideways at your fiancé. He’s already staring at you I awe and mouths “you’re beautiful.”
Instead of replying, you start to giggle. It becomes infectious and both Jack and Finn begin laughing too. The priest frowns but you don’t care. This is your wedding and you intend to have fun, though you sense your mother gritting her teeth in the background at your childishness on the most important moment of your life.
Jack handed over your rings, winking at you both and then wandering off. Finn held your hand and gracefully slipped your ring onto your left hand. “I, Finnegan Harries, take you Y/N L/N to be my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death us do part” he says seriously, smiling at you.
Your fingers shook as you secured the ring around Finn’s left hand. “I, Y/N L/N, take you Finnegan Harries to be my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death us do part” you whisper breathlessly.
“I now pronounce you man and wife” the priest declares. He smiles. “You may now kiss your bride Mr Harries.”
“With pleasure” Finn grinned, hooking his arms around your waist and dragging you in. And to the sounds of applause, you kissed your husband as if it was only you two in the whole universe.
And it was perfection.
