Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
She nodded as she took her phone and asked me my shoe size.
There was a knock on the door as the hair and makeup people came in and looked at the dress.
“I would do a low loose bun, let it flow around your face,” the hairdresser said and the makeup artist had already set her things down and opened it on a neutral palate. By the time I was done, there was a knock at the door.
“Five minutes.” I heard Andre say as they all waited for me to get up.
I slipped the dress on, the back fastened by Isabelle, who held the chiffon part in her hand and tied it around my waist. I sat down as I slid my feet into the shoes that arrived ten minutes ago.
“I’m ready,” I said as I turned and finally saw myself. My hand went to my stomach as the butterflies started, and tears started to form with happiness. I blinked them away as I turned to open the door and there he sat in his black tux that looked like it had been tailored for him. His blue eyes clear, his hair perfect, and the best part was the shock and awe on his face when he saw me. The smile that came out as he took me in as I stood here in front of him wearing my wedding dress. His eyes glazed over with a sheen of tears that he blinked away as he walked to me and I walked to him, meeting him halfway. He stopped right in front of me as he got down on one knee again. “This time with the ring,” he said as he slid my engagement ring on my finger. I looked down and I knew I would never take it off.
“Sir,” Andre said, “the car is waiting in the garage in order to not draw attention.”
I wrapped my fingers into his as we walked out of the room, the chiffon flowing all around my legs. I picked up the side of the dress as the elevator arrived and we got in. Once the door closed, he turned as he looked at me.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride in my life.” He touched my cheekbone with his finger. “Is this real? Are you real, angel?” he said as his thumb traced my face to my jaw, all the way to my lips. “Forever,” he whispered as I placed my hand on his.
“Forever,” I repeated his vow.
The doors opened as we were swept to the little chapel.
So here I am standing behind the closed door as Max waits for me on the other side. “You’ll be fine, dear,” the lady says as she grabs my hand and squeezes. I’m sure she is grossed out by the clamminess.
“Excuse me,” I say as I open the door, peeking my head in. “Psst,” I whisper to Max, who looks at me, and I motion at him with my hand to come here. He walks down the aisle to me, a worried look on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he takes me in and I start walking back and forth, pacing.
“I…” I start to shake my hands.
He comes to me and grabs my hands. “Angel.” His voice calms me.
“I don’t want to walk down the aisle alone. I know I get the whole I’m walking to you and blah.” I throw one hand in the air. “But I want to walk down together, both of us, giving ourselves to each other.” I look up at him. “Is that stupid?”
“No, angel,” he says, bending to kiss my lips. “Let’s do it together,” he agrees and the butterflies slowly slide away.
The nerves settle in my stomach as I wrap my hand into his arm and we walk down the aisle together. I turn my face to look at him as I find him looking at me. It’s the moment I think I will remember forever. It’s like it’s just the two of us. We get to the front of the aisle where the judge is.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the joining of Max Horton and Allison Grant,” he starts saying as I stand here looking at him. The smile I’ve grown to love, the smile I dream of at night. The smile that I want to keep on his face forever. “Allison, will you repeat after me,” he starts and I stop him.
“I know that we said traditional vows, but I want to do my own.” I look at the judge and then at Max.
“For as long as I could remember I’ve always wanted to be a princess. I had every single princess dress that you could possibly think of. I had the bed, the room, the shoes. I had it all but the prince. I would sit in my gown and dream of my prince. That he was tall and handsome. I would dream that he would kiss me like a princess should be kissed. He would fight for me, hold me, cherish me, and most of all love me. Then I grew up and I waited for that feeling. Each and every single day I waited to see if it was a myth or a reality. I saw my mother fall in love with her prince, I saw my brother find his princess, and there I was waiting, dreaming, hoping that my fairy tale would come true. Then I bumped into you,” I say as a tear rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb, “or you ran into me. But either way it was fate. I mean, I didn’t like you.” I smile thinking about it. “You were a big ass.” I shake my head. “There were many times I wanted you to suffer horrible things.”