Amy stood in front of the wall-length mirror and inhaled. Lucy massaged her shoulders. "It's going to be fine, babes. Breath in." Amy inhaled and gripped her gown tightly.
"I'm nervous, Lucy." She looked at Lucy who was looking nothing short of a goddess in her olive-green gowns paired with green satin gloves. She was the maid of honor after all.
Lucy hugged her, standing between the mirror and her and pinched her cheeks lightly. "You look beautiful, very beautiful. Go, my queen. This is your day."
The door was pushed open and Lucy's mother peeped. "Sweetheart, time to walk down the aisle. Jeff is almost nervous as hell up there."
