My heart pounded as the heavy wooden doors were pushed open in front of me. Just a few meters, that’s all the distance I needed to travel and I would find everything I had been looking for all my life.
And there he was, standing at the end of the aisle, back to me. Suited, booted, hair styled and drop-dead gorgeous. And I looked like a princess. My hair was neat, make-up tidy and tame. Professionally done. I wore white. I never thought I’d wear white. He didn’t turn to look at me. I’ll never know how he could resist the temptation. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I drew level, turned to face him, the veil pulled back from my face. There had been music, but my heartbeat drowned it out and I only concentrated on walking and not falling over. He smiled at me, melting away all the fear. This was what I had always wanted.
The man spoke at the front. Vows were exchanged. He slid the ring onto my finger. I reciprocated. Our lips met and it was done. Marriage. We