Chapter 11: The Best Day of my Life

I stood looking into a mirror at my own unrecognizable reflection in the Tailor Shop where I was getting ready to marry the man of my dreams, the guy who meant everything to me and more, the guy who… caused these damn butterflies that I felt in my stomach threatening to make me sick. I hoped that I wouldn't be green by the time we got there, and I hoped that this nervousness I felt would settle to the back of my mind, I was the happiest girl in the world today… so what did I have to be nervous about?

"Oh Juliet you look gorgeous! But… are you sure we can't pry that necklace from you? I think it's a little tacky to wear neck jewelry with the neck cut you have." Luna commented tapping her foot as she eyes the little ruby gem that hung gently on my upper chest.

"That's one thing I won't let you touch Luna. The necklace means too much to me for me to not wear it on my wedding day. Besides I'm caving in to all your other requests and opinions. Be grateful I'm not putting up more of a fight." I commented shooting a glance at the young girl who rolled her eyes at me as I looked back at myself in the mirror. In all honesty her sewing skills may not be up to par but her fashion ideas… well they were good and thankfully she knew me well enough to not go overboard. There I stood with the dress sweeping gently against the floor in the back while it came up to just below my knees in the front. The spaghetti straps had been replaced with a thicker material to create a halter top dress. I had passed up the gloves for this occasion since Owen always claimed that he loved to see and feel my bare hands and the headband had been replaced with a shimmering one as it kept my hair back.
I wore very little make up just enough to accent the natural beauty I had especially on this day as I saw my reflection practically glowing with happiness.

This was the look I held as my father walked me down the aisle, I hadn't seen my mother yet, and I wasn't holding my breath that she would magically appear… although I shouldn't rule out miracles too quickly. As we reached the alter I looked to my dad and gave him a hug before he pulled back and smiled at me then looked to Owen. "You better take good care of her, son."

Owen blinked his eyes feeling a little intimidated even if the man was a good foot shorter than him. "Y-yes sir!" he said as my dad gave a nod and then sat down in his seat in the front row. Owen looked to me and took my hands in his a bit nervously as I smiled gently at him.

"Don't mind dad… I am his baby girl after all." I whispered in a soft tone. Owen just managed a small smile as he looked at me, I think he was too preoccupied with the moment to even care how my dad had acted.

"Do you take Juliet to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do, with all my heart." He responded looking down at me as I held back the tears of happiness I could feel welling up in my eyes, and I feared my voice was going to crack with those tears as the Mayor looked to me.

"Do you take Owen to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I…I do, with all my heart… I do." I stumbled over the words as I held down a soft sob that threatened to escape.

The words didn't have time to escape the Mayor's words as I watched Owen lean towards me, his hand gently cupping the back of my head as we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Feeling his lips meet mine, one hand gently rested against his chest while the other upon his waist as I savored the taste of his lips against mine, enjoying their softness, while I started to crave more. The moment was too beautiful to come to an end and I wish it wouldn't have had to. Pulling away my tear filled brown eyes looked into his as I smiled happily. "I love you." I whispered softly.

"I love you too, and I always will."

I pulled away knowing that now wasn't the time to keep kissing him as much as I wanted to, so I looked out at the small crowd that gathered for our wedding and smiled to everyone before my eyes came to a stop on someone standing in the doorway of the church.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as my mom leaned against the door frame and smiled at me gently dabbing the corner of her eyes. As tears slowly slid down my cheeks I realized that miracles were possible no matter how unlikely they seemed. Today was truly the best day of my life, and the beginning of a new life for not just me… but for us.