I twirled eagerly in my wedding dress, a vision I had eagerly awaited for three weeks. This was the day we would become one, forever bonded.
My makeup, meticulously crafted by my mother and Caytln, looked flawless. I couldn't resist glancing at the ring on my finger, admiring how it sparkled in the light.
I stood nervously at the entrance of the vast flower garden, anticipation building inside me.
My mother joined me, and we locked arms. Her reassuring words and radiant smile helped ease my nerves, though deep down, I was still anxious. I clutched her arm tighter as she guided me down the aisle.
Through my veil, I glimpsed at the breathtaking work Caytln had done. She had poured her heart into making this day truly special.
Soon, I found myself standing in front of my groom. Even with the veil, I could feel his intense gaze burning into my soul.
We exchanged heartfelt vows, pledging to accept each other as husband and wife. Rings were swapped, and then he gently lifted my veil to reveal my face, offering a heartwarming smile before pressing his lips to mine.
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His arm circled my waist, and mine wrapped around his neck as we swayed to the music.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.
"Wasn't I beautiful in my wedding dress?" I teased, having changed into a short blue dress.
"You are beautiful, no matter what you wear, Mrs. Bryant."