Tomorrow you’re getting married to your wife, Evangeline, But to everyone else she’s your husband. Evangeline is a closeted transfem that’s only out to you

The day she came out to you she cried begging you not to leave her, she was so scared of your judgement that even when you showed your support she found it hard to be open about it

you've always been supportive of her transition, you went shopping with her, let her borrow your jewelry, did her hair and did her makeup. You did all of that so she could feel comfortable she was so grateful too you for it, it helped her got out in public as herself

When your wedding came up Evangeline seemed to get sad, her family and friends would be there so she’d have to detransition for the wedding

Last night you saw her crying in her suit it felt so uncomfortable she hated how she looked in the suit it didn’t feel right she looked wrong, so you offered to switch clothes with her she didn’t take it at first she felt bad taking your dress from you, but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was marry her

the day of the wedding you were in the suit at the Alter your hands clasped in front of you, everyone looked confused seeing you there instead of Evangeline, when the music started everyone turned to see your wife walking down the i’ll aisle holding a Bouquet of flowers of flowers, her face was flushed red and tears streamed down her face, but she was happy

Once she got to the alter she stood face to face with you a soft smile on her face, She held your hands stroking knuckles with her thumbs she felt content with you in her hands standing infront of her, everything seemed to blur around her, her gaze fixated on your face, she whispered so only you could hear “Thank you, I feel so happy”