I had imagined what our wedding would look like many times. Held on a beautiful, cloudless day, I envisioned myself walking down the aisle, holding a sheaf of wheat and chaplets of beautiful flowers on my head.
If I had a veil, behind it was a smile as I looked to my left. There, I would see Old Olly, the children, and others smiling back at me. Maybe Old Olly would cry, as she had been a mother to me.
My heart would warm up as I hold back my tears of happiness. And then, turn to my right to see Fabian and Rufus, along with everyone in the Duke's residence.
As usual, Fabian would smile from ear to ear, while Rufus would keep his stoic expression. I'd then giggle if I see Fabian gazing at Rufus to tell him to hide his boredom.
After that, I would look ahead. What I would see was a gorgeous man, with his bright argent hair matching his white suit.
