The Wedding

It’s been two hours, and I am now done preparing. I am wearing my bridal gown, tiara with the veil, and the shoes my brothers gave me. I still can’t believe they spent that kind of money for these shoes.

I am just waiting inside the hotel room until it’s time to leave. I am holding my flower bouquet and I kept looking at the mirror, making sure that everything is perfect.

Nothing can go wrong today so I keep checking even the smallest details on my overall look.

Five minutes later, one of my bodyguards came in.

“Miss, it’s time to leave the hotel.” I took a deep breath and one last look on the mirror before walking towards the door.

There’s a barrier, made out of cloth with poles carried by my bodyguards, to protect and cover me from the media.

There’s a lot of reporters and paparazzi all over the hotel, waiting to take photos of me and my wedding look. We decided that no photos shall spread on the internet before I enter the cathedral. We can’t really control all people so we just de