WA5

Part 1

It was the day I had dreamed about my whole life. I looked around the church, which would soon be filled with 200 guests,  making sure the decorations were perfect. The flowers were tinted colors which shone down from the stained glass windows. 

I glanced at my watch. Soon guests would be arriving. I quickly hurried to the ready room. My maid of honor sat in front of the mirror surrounded with make-up and my veil, shaking her leg impatiently. She quickly wished me luck and secured the veil carefully under my bun. She then left me alone in the room. I sat there soaking the last minutes of my unmarried moments. 

The door opened and I quickly turned to see my father standing paused in the door way. A tear formed in the corner of his eye but was soon hidden by a blink, as he reached his hand out to mine. We stood outside the front church doors until Mendelssohn’s Wedding March began to flow from the same organ I had played earlier. The doors then opened. I could hear the gush of air they created over the silence that fell upon the guests. 

I started down the isle, each step matching the beat of the music. I was watching the ground, making sure I wouldn’t trip. My eye caught a white rose that lay on the side of a bench. As I walked, I kept my eye on the beautiful rose. I couldn’t look away. I felt a tug on the front of my dress. Suddenly, I saw the ground fly towards my face. I was inches from the carpet. I quickly put on a straight face and kept moving as the guests tried to hide their gasps. In what seem like forever, my father and I reached the alter. He gave me a quick kiss, mumbling, “I love you.”

I looked into the eyes of my fiancée. He held his hands out to hold mine, trying not to giggle about the unexpected trip, but his eyes were gleaming with happiness. We said our vows and placed the wedding rings on one another’s fingers. He then took the lower of my back and pulled me in for a kiss. He took my hand and walked me to the doors as the guests followed. 

Part 2

I sat on the side of a bench in the church. The mumbling sound of over 200 people vibrates through the air. The voices of the guests sound excited, as people discussed their relation with the bride and groom. 

Suddenly, Mendelssohn's Wedding March rings from the organ. The mumbling fades and the front doors open.  

I feel the gentle gush of air that passes through the aisle and the sound of the guests turning in their seats to take a look at the bride, who I cannot see. However, I can see the groom standing under the alter. His eyes light up, a huge smile stretching across his face. He is the happiest man in the church, yet no one sees but my fellow flowers and me. The march continues until the bride reaches the alter. 

The music stops and the minister begins the vows. Looks of love pass from the bride to the groom until they are told to place the rings on one another. The minister gives the groom permission to kiss the bride. The groom wraps his hand around the lower back of his new wife and pulls her in for a kiss. He then puts his hand in hers and turns to walk her to the front doors, the bride’s maids and best man following, as the clapping grows and the guests stand to watch the couple leave. 

The church slowly empties. I am left alone with the other decorations after everyone clears to go celebrate the new couple. We sit quiet and alone until the next day when we are removed from the church.