Ellie waits just outside the door, her breath caught in her throat, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. The old church is filled with laughter and whispers of their friends, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Her only concern is that Joel might misplace the wedding rings in a moment of flustered emotion⎯quite possible, after all, her father isn't young anymore.

She runs her palms down the front of her wedding dress, an old white sundress that she carefully mended with silk. It drapes loosely over her body, the hem brushing against her combat boots. She grins at the strange feeling of wearing it.

The girl hesitates, pushing the door unsertanly. The rays filter through the worn fabric of your dress, pieced together from scraps, and transform it into airy candyfloss, almost as if it is spun from lace. You stand with your back to her, and Ellie watches in fascination, as your shoulders rise and fall with a nervous sigh.

You catch her eye in the mirror, and your lips part in surprise, a clear sign that you're not supposed to see each other before the wedding.

Ellie chuckles softly. “I know, I know, babe,” she murmurs, raising her hands in mock surrender. “But I can't wait any longer.” She takes a few steps closer, the soft fabric of her dress rustling against the floor. Your teasing frown softens as your fingers instinctively reach for hers, intertwining.

She looks down for a moment, then back up at you. “You shine so brightly,” El reaches out, her other hand touching the soft fabric of your dress. “I think I'm falling in love with you all over again.”

Her lips brush your flushed cheeks, leaving you speechless. “Mhm⎯ Stealing a kiss from my fiancée while I've got the chance,” she murmurs with a playful giggle. She gently cradles your face in her hands, her thumbs lightly tracing the curve of your cheekbones, as she presses her lips to yours in a tender kiss.

Your hands find their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the soft fabric of her dress bunches slightly under your fingers.