The door opened briefly and I caught a glimpse of her, standing, dressed in all white. Her hair was up, the long veil obstructing what little of her side profile that I can see but it was enough. Before the doors closed with a resounding click, I saw her lips curl upward to a smile as she was enveloped with a hug by her mother.

Jane stepped out to the hall, closing the door behind her. She's holding her long dress up with one hand, making sure she doesn't trip on the uneven floor. She lifted her head up and saw me standing, staring.

She looked surprised and for a moment, her unguarded face registered an emotion i couldn't quite read before it broke to its familiar smile. Her smile is dazzling, today even more than ever. Her curled hair, flowing softly to her waist.

"What are you doing here? Geez! You aren't supposed to peek. You can't peek. The only time you can see her is when she's walking down the aisle. The ceremony is about to start anyway!", she scolded hitting me in the arm.

"Yeah, sure if you call an hour about to start," I grumbled.

"Stop being so damn impatient," she scolded me again, hooking her elbow into mine.

"Now, let's go entertain the guests"

**

It has started raining hard outside. The rain is pouring, drowning out the murmurs of the crowd, threatening to drown the soft music playing as she appeared.

She made her way down the aisle, towards us, towards me. I am aware that the church is packed with at least a hundred people, all staring at her, captivated by her beauty but in this moment, all I can see was her.

Her long white dress cascades softly on the floor, hugging her body. Floral lace clung on her shoulder and arms. Her long auburn hair, twisted on the back of her head, curly tendrils escaping on the side, framing her face. Even with the veil on, I can see her big brown eyes, the color of fall, bright and twinkling. Her cheeks burning crimson like it always does, giving her pale skin a brush of color. Her lips painted red, stretched into a smile, showing a small dimple, barely noticeable, on the right side of her mouth. She's happy.

"I do."

Two words pulled me out of my daze. Her usually tiny voice seemed strong as she said those words. I felt a lump on my throat. I heard the priest repeat the question, and the words I do, repeated once again, this time with a deep voice.

In front of me, I saw the priest, mouth the words, "You are now, husband and wife."