51 The Bride

Misha glanced at herself at the mirror. She looked beautiful yet beautiful is not really the appropriate term to describe her appearance now. If one would see her, one would think that Virgin Mary reincarnated.

Her lace mermaid wedding gown has long sleeves which perfectly fitted her long slender arms. The dress hogged her body perfectly as it showcased her curves on her body. She had worn a long veil which covered her face and its long terrain cascaded down together with the hems of her lace mermaid wedding dress.

Looking satisfied, she slowly followed the personnel of Louisa out from the dressing room as she was waiting her patiently on the sidelines. The personnel looked at her with awe as she did not have seen such lovely bride even before.

The personnel guided her towards the exit with care.

She boarded the car with grace and the chauffeur revived the engine.

Riding in a vintage bridal car, Misha arrived in front of the church feeling nervous. She could not calm down even just for a bit. Despite trying to inhale and exhale things, her system wouldn't do so. She did not know why but there's a slight worry in her.

What if she will trip and fall down, isn't it embarrassing?

Or, what if she will faint? That's more embarrassing, right?

She could not help but think these negative thoughts on her and she doesn't clearly know why. Is this normal for the bride to be this nervous?

She's supposed to be happy and expecting yet, here she is, worrying over things.

She's so calm and composed on the outside but it is a direct contrast of what she feels in the insides.

Misha gripped hard the bouquet she's holding, enough to twist the stems of poor peonies. Saying to her self, 'Now or never!'

Louisa greeted her and helped her out from the car. She then helped Misha arranged the terrain of her gown together with her mom, Michele.

Mich looked at her with loving eyes. She cannot believe that her bestfriend and her daughter is now getting married. She smiled at her tenderly and asked, "Are you ready?'"

"I guess so. Hooh! I'm quite nervous." she confessed.

"Hahaha... Don't worry, it will soon be washed away with excitement." said Mich then winked at her.

"I hope so." said Misha as she's very worried and nervous at the same time.

"Congratulations, my princess." Mich hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, Ma." she replied lovingly.

"Hey! Hey! Don't left me out!' exclaimed Shane. The two women looked at him lovingly as they laughed to themselves. He was just at their back watching as they unfold the drama. He walked towards them and hugged them both tightly.

Louisa interrupted their joyous moment as she signalled them that it's time for them to enter.

The wedding singer started to sung again as the huge door opened for her.

She stopped at the entrance to look at the man whom she's going to marry. She deeply enhaled and then started walking towards the altar.

Shane accompanied her graceful walk and patted the back of her hands while walking. He looked at her lovingly. He cannot believe that the daughter he cherished the most will now be someone else's family. He's sad but at the same time happy because he knew that Lyndon will cherish her in this lifetime.

The white carpeted aisle seemed so long to Misha. She thought of it like a runway.

She looked at her father beside her and smiled. Her smile is beyond beautiful at the moment. It can cause a downfall of a city or can initiate a war between nations. It is so captivating.

"It's going to be okay." Shane reassured her.

She just nodded at him and then smiled again. She did not talk because she's afraid that she'll get emotional. According to the hersays, it's a bad omen to cry at your wedding day, so she held back her emotions.

After a minute of walking down the aisle, they arrived at where Mr. Raynolds and Lyndon stood. Shane carefully placed her hands towards Lyndon's palm. The moment he let her daughter go, he said to Lyndon, "Make her happy." then headed to where her seat is.

They walked hand in hand towards the altar.