Wedding Day

Okay, so you all may have noticed that the previous two pieces were connected by a wedding. So, this is the last post that will be based off of that idea. The first post I did was actually made to prequel the other two. I just couldn't figure out how to connect it without writing a whole other piece for this little three-piece story. So, enjoy this last part of 'The Wedding'.

    The bride stood there in the brightly lit room as the bridesmaids in dresses of violet, and her mother in a dress of powder blue, helped to slide the white silk dress over her head. With a few deft movements of her fingers, the brides mother tied the drawstrings off, to hold the dress. Her mother made a small, twirling motion with her finger, and in response the bride performed a quick spin. Making a face, her mother fussed over a small piece of the dress that did not sit right. After tugging on the dress a few times, and making the bride turn around once more, her mother finally gave her nod of approval. After a moment, the bride inspected herself. She ran her hands down the front of her dress, the gleaming pearls that embroidered the entire dress providing a slight contrast to the otherwise perfectly smooth silk piece. The mirror shone brightly, showing the bride her reflection surrounded by her close friends and mother. Each wore a beautiful dress, though none could compare to the radiance of the bride's own white gown. They all gathered together and gave each other a hug before they lined up together, with the bride at the back, and the mother at the front. After a brief delay, the line moved out of the open door, slowly making their way to the sanctuary. They paused at the sanctuary doors for a minute, and the mother and bridesmaids made their way down the red carpeted aisle. For one moment, there was utter silence. Then the organ struck up a tune, and the bride's father emerged from a side door, and offered her his arm. With a gentle smile, the bride dropped the veil over her face, and took the proffered arm. With that, they both walked down the aisle. They took the walk that would be the end of her old life, and the beginning of her new. If you walked into this room, you would be captivated by the white, veined marble that made up the pillars that held the ceiling, or the gorgeous mahogany pews that lined the sides of the aisle, or even the vast mural that was composed of stained glass, that depicted the last supper of Jesus Christ. But today, none of that could pull your eyes off of the gleaming white vision that made her way down to her new beginning. Here went the bride, by the side of her husband, dressed all in black, so that the attention was all on her. His wife, his other half, the Bride.