She looked beautiful. No, more than that, magnificent even, as she walked down the aisle as gracefully as she knew how. This moment was so perfect, so amazing. There were garlands and flowers strewn everywhere, long white pews filled with people, who fought to keep their hair in place as the wind blew tirelessly in the outdoor setting. But none of that mattered as long as I had her.
Bella.
My Bella.
It felt good to hear that, even if it was just in my head. She smiled at me, as she stumbled a little, but she managed to regain her balance soon enough to prevent herself from falling. I laughed silently in my head. That was just so in character for Bella.
As she reached the altar, I took her hand, and made a silent promise to do anything for her, no matter what or who it took to keep her safe, I would do it.
