She fell in behind the others, the picture of grace and serenity. It was amazing how the white dress fit her; clinging perfectly to her slender waist and round curves, the sleeves billowing out around her arms and disappearing into a bouquet of baby's breath and lillies. The bodice of the dress was embroidered as well as the hem of the dress. "You know," Martha whispered, "Taylor designed that dress himself."
"Wow," Beverly said. "You did a good job with her hair, too."
Her hair hung down in thick tendrils of curls elegantly, framing her face perfectly. She walked so carefully, looking at Taylor. It was hard not to notice the way his eyes were riveted to her, afraid and nervous and still happy. She came and took her place at his side, and soon after the wedding march ended.
The vows progressed quickly hereafter. Ashley becoming more and more nervous as the time passed. She felt herself struggling to keep silent. She wanted to stop the wedding. She wanted to, but then what would become of Taylor and hers relationship. Martha and Beverly breathed as the preacher said, "Taylor, you may kiss your new bride."
Ashley turned her face away from the scene, just as Taylor bent down gently over Chloe, and kissed her pink lips. Martha and Beverly both burst into tears. The wedding ended soon after and the bride and groom walked back up the aisle hand-in-hand, beaming. Ashley still stood at the altar, her face showing unparalleled heartbreak and shock.
