the morning light filtered through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the floor. you sat quietly in the dressing room, hands resting on your lap, trying to still the gentle tremble in your fingers. your heart was fluttering — not from nerves, exactly, but from the weight of everything. today was the day.

around you, the room buzzed with soft laughter, whispered touch-ups, and the occasional pop of a champagne cork. your best friends moved around like calming waves — zipping, fluffing, pinning. your mother stood in the corner, watching with a quiet smile that told you more than words ever could.

and then came the knock.

“its time."

someone said, the honest smile hearable in their tone. you stood, your dress rustled like silk wind as you moved, its weight grounding you to the ground. the veil, light as breath, was placed gently over your head. you took one last glance in the mirror. you barely recognized yourself — not because you looked different, but because you felt like you had grown into someone you were always meant to be.

at the doors of the chapel, your father offered his arm, his eyes already shining. you gripped his hand tightly. the music began — soft piano notes rolling through the air like memory.

the doors opened. the crowd stood. but you saw no one. only him.

there he was at the altar — in that elegant, stunning suit, his purple hair actually styled well for once.. a nervous smile, eyes locked on yours, standing in that awkward, wonderful way he always did when he was trying not to cry. you stepped forward. one step, then another. with every step, you let go of the girl who had dreamed of this day, and walked into the arms of the woman who was ready to live it.

the ceremony passed like a soft dream — his hands in yours, your vows, the rings, the kiss. it felt like the whole world held its breath for you, then exhaled in joy.

now, you were married, officially belonging to each other. you finally felt full, felt right.

as you walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, the guests cheered and clapped. rose petals floated in the air like blessings. the sun was setting outside, casting everything in and at the edge of the garden, you could already hear music and laughter — the beginning of the celebration waiting for you.

though his glassy eyes were on you the whole time, not sparing the whole crowd and the whole decoration stuff even a glance. his hand gripping yours tight, chest aching from the amount of love he felt for you. the only thought he could form in his head was that you were finally his, officially his, forever and ever.

and you managed to get a quick, private moment, since the guests began to move toward the reception. he gently tugged at your hand, stopping and just looking at you. his eyes were still teary, lips quivering and yet a huge, lovestruck smile on his face.

"..you look so gorgeous. so unbelievably gorgeous."