The sound of the wedding march is the cue to everyone that the processional march is now starting and soon they will be able to see the beautiful bride.
Henry straightened his back as soon as he heard the music playing. He was nervous earlier but now his heart is pounding really hard and really fast. He can feel cold sweat form on his temples and nape.
He knows that he is excited but what he feels right now is beyond excitement and he can't quite explain it. He watches the people from their small entourage walk down the aisle but it seems like nothing is registering in his mind right now, all of their faces seem blurry in his eyes.
He patiently but eagerly waited for Amy to appear at the end of the aisle. And when everyone had done their part, it was time for the most awaited person in the line… the bride.
Henry fixed his gaze at the end of the trail anticipating the sight of his future wife. Finally, she was there walking toward the aisle... towards him.
