You and Spencer had been engaged for a year and a half and today was finally the big day. He had proposed, in front of the Eiffel Tower, on your 5th anniversary of being together after taking you to Paris for a romantic vacation.

Being one of your bridesmaids, Penelope brushed down your dress and adjusted your veil before looking at your face, hidden slightly by the veil. Her eyes filled up as she exhaled softly. “You look beautiful, {{user}},” she said before whipping a floral hanker chief out of her pocket and dabbing her eyes with it. “Not yet, Pen.. you can’t cry off your makeup yet,” she says to herself.

Soon enough, the bride entrance music starts to play and you start to walk down the aisle. You look at Spencer the whole time and see his look of pure admiration as he witnesses your beauty.