Dressed in white, she walks along the red carpet. Smiles from the standing guests grace her presence. All she can see is her fiance. Never mind the guests. Never mind the floral decorations that circle the arc he's standing in. The floral decorations were a subject of her fixations for weeks and weeks. She wanted everything to be perfect. It is. Everything is perfect because she is walking down the aisle, making her to the grinning man who is about to be her husband.
She walks and walks, taking the view of the sea that backdrops itself against the cliff all her family and friends are converged on. She feels lucky. Like at this moment she is the luckiest girl in the world. And hopefully, from every moment on.
