Everyone was in their seats. The bridesmaids were ready and in line and I was off to the side waiting for my cue. My father stood beside me and he smiled, I could tell that today was a very proud day. I was in white, my hair piled on my head with ringlets hanging down. I looked like a princess on the outside, but I didn't feel like one on the inside. On the inside, I felt guilty and ashamed. I didn't deserve all the smiles that I had been getting today. If only people knew what I had done they wouldn't be happy like they are now.
The wedding planner went and gave the cue for the flower girls and the ring bearer to go ahead. It was my little nieces that were the flower girls and then my little nephew as the ring bearer. They went and then the bridesmaids and the groomsmen went.
My closest friend and also my maid of honor, Emma, came towards me and whispered into my ear, "Put a smile on your face! It's your wedding day."
I tried the best I could and then she had to leave. The wedding march came on and my legs felt wobbly. It was all too much for me to handle.
"Let's go Violet." My father told me and he led me towards the beginning of the aisle. Everyone stood up and looked at us. Some people "awed" and others snapped a few pictures. We went down the aisle and I looked at my groom. He had a smile on his face and he winked at me while I walked closer.
Then my attention was caught by the man beside him, one of his best men. He had this looked on his face like he was distraught. He looked at me intently and I knew I should look away, but I didn't want to.
I was glad that I had a veil on and that people couldn't see who I was looking at. They would wonder what was going on and why I looked so sad.
Is it terrible of me that instead of thinking of my groom, I was thinking of his best man? The one who over these few months has tried to tell me I was making a huge mistake and that forever more his heart would belonged to me.
When I reached the priest and my groom, my father lifted my veil and then linked my hand to the groom, my soon to be husband. He took his seat next to my mother and then I looked over at the man next to me.
His face was glowing and he looked so happy that it broke my heart. I wanted to cry but I managed to hold it all in.
"We're gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony." The priest began and everyone listened intently. My groom squeezed my hand and I was brought back into focus.
"If there are any interjections to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest said and I braced myself for someone to say something.
"I object!" I heard a voice say beside my groom. I knew who the voice was for; I knew what the motive was for, and the meaning.
Everyone gasped and looked at the man beside the groom. His best friend.