Two months later Morgan was standing in front of her full-length mirror, looking at her reflection. Her eyes ran down the dress she was wearing, from the tight bodice to the long flowing skirt. She could hardly believe than in just over an hour she would be Mrs Morgan Hardy. She only hoped she could live up to the title.
The church was beautiful, the decorators had done an outstanding job. The room was draped in blue and white silk. Each of the bridesmaids were wearing dark blue dresses and carried a single lily. Amy Dumas, being the maid of honour, carried a smaller version of Morgan's lily bouqet.
As she walked down the aisle, she saw friends and family gasp at how gorgeous she looked, and it made her feel like royalty. The icing on the cake was when Jeff saw her, and her beauty made him catch his breath, he could hardly believe it was the same Morgan. By the time she was by his side, she was glowing with pride.
"I love you," he whispered as they stepped in front of the minister. "Always have."
"Always will," she replied quietly as the minister started the service, and she knew she always would.
THE END!!!!!!!!