one and only (Editing)

the only

I watched as Eleanor walked down the aisle toward Michael who was waiting at the altar with a big grin on his face plus tears shimmering in his eyes. The fanback white wedding dress wrapped Eleanor's body perfectly and the short, shoulder length veil completed her look as a beautiful bride. Two little girls walked at her front, adorably scattered dozen of white petals on the aisle while Eleanor's maid of honor which was her own sister followed her from behind, helping Eleanor to hold the edge of her dress from sweeping the church floor.

Her father who walked her down the aisle let his hold off from Eleanor's arm as soon as they stop at the altar with Eleanor and Michael facing each other. They took a moment staring at each other with fondness before they both walked to the their beautiful chairs decorated with red theme at the left side.

As the settled on their chair, Miya approached me, grinning ear to ear looking at me from head to toe.

"Miss Elisha, you looks stunning," she whispered, slowly taking her place as my maid of honor beside me. Three pairs of bridemaids and groomsmen took their place standing in front of me. All the three bridemaids, two were my friends from Lavionile High and the other one was Liam's girlfriend hold small bouquets of white mixed with green flowers. Standing beside each of them were the groomsmen, their own boyfriends and one of them was Liam. Mom and papa stepped closer to me and the took me by their arms, holding me close between both of them.

The choir started to play the music I chose personally, the Pachelbel's Canon in D and we started to walk in rhythm. I started to tremble as nervousness aroused in me. I can felt mom rubbed my hand slowly with her thumb, as if she realized I was shaking.

My designer team and I have spent many weeks and have tried the best to  design the ivory nude coloured wedding dress I was wearing. A sensual long sleeve lace and tulle soft trumpet gown with  layer of glistening sparkle peeks through the tulle and Alencon lace. I completed my look with a long lace veil with a tiny glimmering tiara on my hair, which have been styled with classic look, the chignon hairstyle.

While I walked toward the altar where the man I was going to marry stood in awe, I tried my best not to trip on my dress. As I put my foot forward to take a step, my dress moved against the back og my leg. I waited until the hem of my dress gazed my ankle, so that I wouldn't step on my dress. That's a good tips given by mom herself, since I was being obvious worrying about tripping on the aisle since last month.

I looked around at the guests. There were many emotions shown on all of their faces but one thing for sure, there were all positive type of emotions. Few of them were wiping their tears with their handkerchief and there were also few guests that beamed at me, sending congratulate wishes from their smiling eyes. I felt like the time was ticking so slow, the next thing I realised was I have already arrived at the altar, staring eyes to eyes with my husband-to-be.

"Elisha..." he mumbled, slowly offering his hand and without hesitation, I took his hand and hold it tight. He trembled harder than me, his lips were shaking as he curved a smile and his hand were cold as if he just came out from the refrigerator. The feelings written on his eyes was undescribable, there were too much emotions in it; happiness, passion, desire and most of all, there was love, great love. It was so great, I can felt his love wrapping my heart even if he didn't say anything to prove it.

I made the right decision to be with this man... My heart whispered to myself.

The holy sacramental marriaged began with Eleanor and Michael, exhanging wedding vows and rings. The whole church applaud with joy as soon as the bishop announced them as husband and wife. Then the bishop walked toward us. Every step he took closer to him made me shaking and trembling.

"And now you both may exchange the wedding vows," the bishop said and I felt like my entire world froze. I can't hear any sounds, it was like I was trapped in my own world.

"Elisha..." Miya touched my shoulder gently and it brought my soul back to my body.

Startled, I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Your turn," Miya whispered.

I blushed as I realised everyone was looking at me, waiting for me for began with my wedding vow. I cleared my throat and started to speak when the altar boy lifted the microphone to my mouth level.

"I, Elisha Alan, take you, Randy Stell , to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, and this is my solemn vow.

Randy's smile became wider as I finished with my vow. There was obvious sparks coming from his eyes, showing how truly he love and cherish me. He moved his mouth, curving shape as if he was saying "I love you" to me.

The bishop continued and finally...

"In conformity with your mutual declaration and pledges, and by the authority vested in me, and in the name of the Holy Spirit, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the bishop said with gratefulness all over his face.

Randy cupped my face with his hand, slowly pulled me closer to him.

"Mrs. Stell..." he mumbled.

I giggled as he lean closer to me, brought his lips to mine. And that's it, our first kiss as husband and wife.

The guests cheered politely. Celebrating the two hearts became one event and in the same time, respecting the holiness of the mass.

As I rotated to face the guests, a figure leaning against the wall caught my attention. It was Adrian. My heart ache as I saw sorrow and grief on his expression. But I was sure that the person who was standing beside her would made him happy, happier than I could ever do. Amanda Keith, the one who stood beside him realised that I was looking at them and she waved, sending congratulate wishes with a flying kiss.

I drew my attention back to Randy. Our eyes met and he slowly brought his lips to my forehead.

"You're my one..." he rubbed my cheek gently.

I rested my forehead on his, "And you're my only."

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The End.

I hope anyone who read this would love it. I'm sorry for my messy writing, lots of flaw. Grammatical errors everywhere but from time to time, I will try to steal some moment to do correction.

Thank you.

See you guys again in my next book. And psst, meet Adrian and Amanda again there too. Lots of love ❤️