The entire day was like something out of a dream. Sure, she knew every detail of the entire event - she'd spent the past six months planning it. She wanted everything to be perfect for the day she and her best friend would become man and wife.
Still, waking up in their apartment was a different experience. Her wedding dress hung by the closet and the morning sun shone through the fabric to give her bedroom an ethereal feeling. She laid back in bed, excited. For the next few moments, she could think of nothing else but William.
Although he had spent that night, according to tradition, away from her, she could still smell him in the sheets. She buried her head in the pillows, laughing softly to herself. Today, she was the luckiest woman in the world.
A sharp knock at the door jarred her from her reverie and she slipped out of the bed, still naked under her satin nightgown. After quickly wrapping a robe around her, she answered the door and found her best friend, who was all smiles.
"We need to get you ready!" Robin exclaimed to her. "It's almost time - you've only got two hours until the ceremony."
She laughed. Two hours was plenty of time for her. She was 21 and had never thought to fuss too much with her hair, not that she had to. Her long, raven tresses had always been healthy, thick and shiny. William had always told her it was one of the most beautiful things about her. After letting Robin in, she reassured her that everything would go well.
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She stood in the church's entranceway with her father, who had tears in his eyes. Except for some uncertain years when she was a teen, they had always been close. He looked at her and called her his little princess, something she had always loved to hear.
"Don't worry, dad," she said. "We will be OK. William's a good man. He loves me very much and he will always take care of me."
"I know, princess," he said. "But I've taken care of you for so long ... I'm so proud of you. You've become such a woman."
She smiled and embraced her father. He patted her back, pulled away and placed her arm in his.
"Ready, princess?"
"Yes."
The enormous mahogany doors opened, revealing a long white carpet stretching to William. Her whole world blurred, leaving only him in focus as she and her father stepped down the aisle. The flowers that cost a fortune, the candles, the small string quartet singing "Here Comes the Bride" on their instruments were lost in the moment.
His eyes shone when he first caught sight of her. Though the veil softened the lines of her figure, he could make out the swell of her breasts, the small amount of cleavage the gown afforded her, but did her no justice, her small waist and the rise of her tight buttocks.
Though she was beautiful, he wished to himself that the gown would have allowed him a peek at her legs. She had by far the greatest legs he had ever laid eyes on: long, toned, tan and ending in a pair of small, beautiful feet. He always thought she had the feet of an angel.
She joined him at the altar, and the minister asked her father if he gives this woman away. Choked up, he could only nod. He lifted her veil, kissed her forehead, put her veil back in place and sat next to her mother in the pews.
They recited their vows and she was shocked to see tears in his eyes when he said he would promise to love, cherish and honor her 'til death do they part.
