She walked down the aisle slowly, gracefully, almost as if she was walking on thin air. One step, and stop; one step and stop; her dress followed her obediently. The background music of violins, cellos and a grand piano sounded as she walked. All eyes were on her, looking at her thoroughly as she made her grand entrance to the hand of her father. The old man with grey hair and a black tux looked indeed well, very elegant and poised, but the woman at his side stole all gazes.
And at the end of the aisle was the nervous man whose life would be changed that day and his blue eyes revealed the expectancy. He was, of course, a wreck in his insides, his nerves were about to give in but he looked really pulled together and proud. His eyes though, showed more love than anyone could have ever imagined. They shined gracefully, and anyone who dared to look right at them could discover how much that man was waiting for the priest to finally give him permission to call the woman his wife. After all, he had been waiting for that moment for quite too long.
In the front row of the chairs in the left side of the hall, a young girl in a yellow dress watched the woman approach the stand where the priest was. She didn’t look at the woman in as expectant and happy as the other guests, there was certain sadness in her chocolate brown eyes. The beautiful smile she had in her thin white face never reached her beautiful eyes. There were tears flooding them, but not even the girl herself could understand if they were tears of joy or of sadness.
A little boy was sitting next to her happily seeing the woman in her beautiful white dress take the hand of the man next to her. He was too innocent, too naïve, but he knew well that the love in their expression was undeniable. He jumped up and down, up and down, taking the girl by the hand and smiling at her joyfully. His caramel colored hair was now a mess, his cute small tux was a mess as well but he was comfortably watching the two people in front of him.
Standing right across them was a tall young man, in his late teenage years, looking proudly at the man who was now repeating what the priest was saying. He was quite handsome, his features very manly, and his brown eyes, were shining beautifully as he looked at the guests who stared at the marrying couple with great elation. A sly smile spread across his face as the priests said the final words.
“We will have a new daddy now, won’t we?” The little boy asked the girl when he heard the priest finishing too. The girl quickly turned to him, dumbfounded, her eyes wide open. She had never thought of it in that way, neither wanted too. The thought was a little disturbing to her, so she slowly turned her head back to the couple in front of her.
Very slowly the man lifted his hands to where the woman’s veil was and softly turned it back to that her face was uncovered. It was all visible now, the love, the nerves, the expectancy, everything. There were tears in her light brown eyes, tears that slowly ran down her cheek taking with them the slight trace of eyeliner that she had worn. And he loved them; he loved them because his eyes were becoming watery as well. So in a rapid movement, he leaned towards her and kissed her. The small crowd of guests cheered and whistled as the newlywed couple kissed.
They both walked rapidly through the aisle, their hands intertwined and a sweet happy smile in both their faces. She had to pick up the long skirt of her dress for it didn’t allow her to walk and she didn’t want the delicate Italian lace be ruined by her white high heels. Everyone threw rose petals of all colors to the couple; red, white, pink and orange petals started to fly in the air as they were passing by.
Almost in no time, they were out of the church and only a few people stayed behind, including the young girl with the boy and the young man. The noise and hustle seemed to have been a long time ago and only petals of all colors and white bouquets of flowers were left behind. The young girl started walking, leaving the little boy who ran to the young man’s arms. She walked with a steady pace, mercilessly stepping on every petal as a sign of her displeasure.
“You have to grow up, you know?” The young man shouted as he played with the little boy and she stepped outside the door of the church. But she didn’t stop; she didn’t want to argue with him for her head was filled with too many unpleasant thoughts. For a certain time in her life she was sure of what she knew and what her family was. And in less time than she ever thought, her whole life seemed to have made a 180 degrees turn. She could not understand it yet, and hoped that one day she could understand everything; maybe one day all the pieces of the puzzle in her head would fall in their place.
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