"You look perfect." Said Misako, eyes brimming with tears, albeit joyous ones. Nya ran her hand along the smooth, white silk of the dress. It was true, everything was perfect, and she was definitely happy but she couldn't help being nervous. The older woman seemed to sense her anxiety. Then again, it was pretty noticeable.
"Oh Nya, don't be so edgy. Everything will be fine."
"Edgy, who's edgy? I am definitely not edgy, or anxious, or nervous!" But even as she said it, the palms of her hands began to sweat more profusely. Once again, Nya looked into the mirror. Instead of seeing the fierce warrior she had become, she now saw a young woman dressed in an extravagant, white gown. Taking a deep breath, she put on the veil. There was no doubt in her mind, no more decisions between black and blue, she chose blue. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. This would be the beginning of the rest of her life, and a great one at that.
The large mahogany doors were the only thing that stood between her and her future with Jay, the man she loved. The organ began to play the famous and well known wedding march, that was her cue. Nya stepped out onto the aisle gingerly, as if to regain her bearings, before confidently walking down it with her head held high. Jay waited at the end, beaming and grinning from ear to ear. His suit, seemingly, without flaw, not one wrinkle could be seen. Although, he could've chosen a better tie, she thought as she spotted the hideous blue polka-dotted tie.
What if I say my line wrong? She asked herself, the nerves coming back. Don't be ridiculous Nya, they're traditional wedding vows. How hard can it be to remember? Instinctively, she started to bite her lower lip and hoped no one could see under veil. Meanwhile, the poor flowers were being crushed in her hands. Soon, there would be no bouquet to catch. Her thought's were interrupted as Jay began to say his vows.
"I, Jay Walker, take you Nya, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness." There wasn't one stutter or stammer. It would be impossible for her to pull that off. Now, it was her turn. Her stomach did a flip and her mouth was incredibly dry.
"I, Nya, take you Jay, to be my wedded wife... er... husband. I meant husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness." Nya let out a breath of relief. She got through it with only one mistake.
"Well, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." And with that, it was official. Jay grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace. His lips found hers, only for a moment, before he let her go and took a step back. The organ playing resumed and they walked back down the aisle happily, together. But, unfortunately, happiness is not made to last.