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Prelude to a Perfect World

Everything sparkled in anticipation of the big day. Guests gathered excitedly in the lobby and chattered throughout the church. The bridesmaids and the groomsmen remained tucked carefully away until the ceremony started. The groom glanced one last time in the mirror. A few doors down, the bride paced to control her nerves. Only a few more minutes and she would take her first steps to becoming Mrs. Michael Dean.

The parents filed in first, then the grandparents, then other family members, myself included. This was the first time I saw the chapel. White lace, almost delicate enough to blow away with a subtle gust of air, suspended from the pews. Next to the alter stood two long glass vases, each with crystal marbles and a single magenta calilily. The wall behind the altar glowed with tiny eager flames, dancing quickly in their holders. Everyone sat upright, dressed in their Sunday best- waiting.

Finally, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen came out, two by two, and lined up in their places. Each of the nine bridesmaids wore long and elegant navy blue dresses, each with navy necklaces dangling from their necks, and each holding a small bouquet of calililies. Their hair was neatly pinned back or tucked away from the face, where they all displayed an anxious smile. The groomsmen stood suavely in dark suits with calilily boutonnieres pinned to the lapel. They too tried to hide subtle hints of nervousness. Two groomsmen stepped out to pull a carpet out for the bride to walk across.

Adorned in a silk white gown that flowed behind her as she moved, the bride stepped through the church doors. With her father by her side, Angie glided down the aisle. She almost held her breath to keep her balance. Just a few more steps and she would be by the side of her husband. She breathed in slowly and exhaled. It was time.


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