Episode 8

The scent of fresh baby breaths and roses filled the cathedral as I marched in line with my bridesmaids, with my dad by my side.

My friends looked gorgeous in the light blue dress made into different styles and my father looked very dignified with his navy blue tailored suit and red bow tie, and his gray streaked black hair slicked back.

He had offered words of comfort when I confessed that I was feeling nervous and nauseous too.

The church looked splendid with the banners and sprigs of flowers decorating every corner. There was an intricate web of fairy lights and what looked like vines around every arm of the church pews. Everything looked so dreamy that evening.

The organ hummed as the bridal march song began and I looked at the crowd sitting. The groom’s family and friends on the left, sat gracefully, beaming with smiles with a spray of bluebells and gardenias decorating their pews.

The sole cameraman was busy taking pictures rapidly as we reached the altar. My family and friend