"I can't believe its actually happening." I mumbled as I paced in front of the mirror. Danielle smiled and stepped up behind me, making me stay still.
"And I still can't believe your marrying your high school sweetheart." She said, clipping the veil into my hair.
"Neither can I." I whispered, centering the veil.
"Well, I have to go. The bridesmaids are about to walk down with the groomsmen." Danielle passed me my bouqet of white mawar and stepped away to the groomsmen she was walking down with. Soon after my dad came back to me.
"You look breath-taking sweetheart. He's truly lucky to be marrying...
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