September quickly passes by as we plan every part of the wedding, and rolls right into October. I have chosen Rita and Steph as my bridesmaids, and now we stand together inside my backyard, waiting for our cue to enter through the archway just a few yards outside the fence, in the field. Their dresses are of the softest purple, with spaghetti straps and a somewhat tight bodice, and the skirt part flows out like a bell-shape down to their ankles. The white wedding dress I picked out is quite like theirs; there aren't any straps, the bodice is somewhat tight, the skirt flows out to my ankles, and it ties in the back. The veil sits atop my head, secured with bobby pins, and the white mesh sits before my face. A pale white train flows behind me.
I am quite nervous, and keep pacing by the fence. "Calm down, girl," Rita says to me. "Take deep breaths. Just think: when this is over, you'll have a future with someone you care deeply about."
I do as she instructs, and take deep breaths. "I can't believe how long it's taking," Steph says, peering through the cracks of the fence. "How many people were invited? They seem to just keep coming!"
I laugh, and reply, "Isn't that the way it's supposed to seem?"
She looks and smiles at me, then goes back to peaking at the congregation of people in the field. "I don't believe how good a lot of these guys look in tuxes," she says. "I wouldn't have ever thought it if this wasn't happening." She looks at me again. "Mark looks especially nice."
I nod, smiling I've finally calmed down. Suddenly, a familiar melody begins to float through the air. Vince comes to the backyard. "That's the cue, girls," he says, and we line up. I remember when I asked Vince to be the man to give me away, he widely grinned and accepted. I place my arm through his as we wait.
Rita walks out first, followed by Steph. When the tune changes a bit in dynamics, Vince and I walk out from the backyard. The archway before us is white wicker, and is covered with tiger lilies, the flowers I have chosen for my bouquet. We pass under the archway, and are met with the sight of several people on their feet in front of their chairs. I recognize most of them as the wrestlers; the others are their families.
I hold tightly to Vince's arm, fearing that my legs might give out. He gently pats my hand, and we continue down the aisle. I look straight ahead, smiling when I see Mark in his tux, a little black bowtie at his neck, a white button-down shirt underneath the black blazer, and crisp black pants. On his face is the biggest smile I've ever seen from anyone.
Before I know it, Vince and I reach the front of the aisle, where we are to stop. The minister, a rather short, balding older gentleman who wears a white overcovering with the cross embroidered on the front, clears his throat, and asks, "Who gives this bride away?"
I look up at Vince. Vince smiles, pats my hand again, and happily replies, "We all do."
I smile, and turn to look at Mark. He holds out his arm to me, and Vince lets mine go. I accept Mark's arm, smiling at him, and we walk up toward the minister. "I don't believe we're really doing this," I whisper to him.
"Neither do I," Mark whispers back, "but I'm glad we are."
I smile again, blushing, glad the veil is over my face. Finally, we stop before the minister, and the minister begins the ceremony, beginning our lives together.
The End
