You glanced down at your trembling hands as your best friend handed you the bouquet of flowers. You were shaking like a leaf, which made your white dress crinkle with your movements.
“You ready?”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah...Yeah.”
“Okay you can stop repeating it. I got it the first time,” your best friend laughed, giving you a tight hug. “You’re going to be okay. You love him, remember?”
“Yeah,” you squeak, getting choked up. Your dad popped his head through the door into the dressing room.
“Ready, honey?”
“Yeah,” you said, with a bit more confidence. You walked over to the door and looped arms with your dad, who escorted you into the hallway.
You two walked together to the entrance of the main hall. You could hear people chatting on the other side of the door. It made your heart race a bit, thinking of the plunge you were about to take.
“Here we go,” your dad said, smiling and squeezing your hand. He pushed the door open.
And there he was. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, hands clasped in front and smile bright as the sun. You could see him swallow hard, trying to keep himself from crying. You sniffled as your dad led you to him, parading you down the aisle.
Your groom’s three bandmates were standing next to him, grinning and whispering excited jokes to each other.
“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” asked the preacher.
“I do,” responded your dad, giving your hand a little pat and your cheek a little kiss. “Love you, kiddo.”
You smiled at him before turning your eyes back to your groom. He grinned at you and grasped your hands.
“Hey,” he said, his voice wavering as he held back tears.
“Hey,” you said back.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
You both turned to the preacher and smiled.