She inhaled deeply letting the air enter her body as sensually as the silk touching her skin. Her hand inadvertently came up to touch her belly as she exhaled. Goosebumps traveled from across the back of her neck to the length of her arms and all the way to her ankles. Her eyes remained closed. She could feel all of it, the entire dress was kissing her body gently. The fullness of the white dress plumped her curves slyly. Her exposed collar bones playfully invited the world to the feast of her beauty. The clinking of bangles synced with the dance of the butterflies in her belly. Her cheeks were competing with the crimson on her lips. She opened her graceful shimmer adorned eyes and stepped into the heels. The arch of her back straightened ever so delicately. A few hairs sneaked their way out of her perfectly tight bun. She left them to hang with the silver studs adorning her ears. She picked up a single red rose and clutched it as if for anchoring herself in reality.
The door opened, a heady fragrance accompanying shrill notes of a violin enveloped the room. She smiled. It was time. Slightly carrying her dress she took small steps in the direction of the music. Her steps, though small betrayed her composure, exposing her impatience to the world. Her heart thumped as her heels clinked on the marble floors of the grandiose building. Each set eyes on her forgot to look away. She sheepishly denied them her gaze. Another set of door opened and the music awash her senses. Blood rushed up her neck. Her eyes found his across the aisle. She couldn't look away. His disbelief made him struggle to hold her gaze. She wanted to giggle or maybe twirl. So she did. The hall broke into laughter. They had guessed his nervous antics were amusing her. But the butterflies in his stomach were lit with the same fire like hers. She walked impatiently yet painstaking slowly. With every step, the world around her lost some part of it to her indifference. He broke her trance by leaping towards her, mid-aisle. Left agape by his towering stature of pure love, she didn't even realize when he swept her to the altar, hand in hand. It was the roaring laughter of the guests that pushed her over the edge too and she broke into laughter. He blushed, clearly not used to his passions exposed to the world.
The minister was speaking but her head was focused on the warmth of his hand, on the neck she had kissed in her dreams, on the body standing guard as if her fierceness still needed protection.. maybe the fragility did need safeguard. That is why she was here, wasn't she? She was here in the presence of the purest, raw expression of love her confused heart was capable of. She was bathing in his attention, in his fixation, in his adoration, in his respect, in his lust, in his love, in his expression of the genuine reality of his heart.. and it was all just for her. She was here glowing in the confession of their love.
"Do you, Mogami Kyoko, take Hizuri Kuon to be your lawfully-"
"Yes," impatience got the better of her. He grinned and sneaked a kiss on her forehead.
"Yes" he breathed out against her skin.
Did the minister pronounce them husband and wife? She didn't know. All she knew was the taste of his lips on hers, the feeling of his hand at her back pulling her against him… All she knew was the surges of warm passion blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.
The white silk dress had pronounced them one.
"I love you"
"I love you.."