Picture Perfect
Rating: G
Romance (Fluff!)
Pairing: N/S
Disclaimer: One day I shall own them, but until then- please don't sue!!!
ANSorry, this chapter took longer than expected to write. It's also not at it's best as I'm trying to write this the day before I go on holiday- I might touch it up though when I come back (I did have time to get it beta- ed, sorry). It's shorter than the others, but I like to think of it as 'short and sweet'. Please R&R and enjoy :0)
Picture Perfect 3/3 –Epilogue
She looked in the mirror.
The woman in front of her was stunning. Her hair was softly curled with a thin, silver tiara resting on top. She wore a silk, white dress. The upper part was decorated with a gentle pattern while the back of it was laced criss-crossed. And the bottom 'skirt' part cascaded onto the red floor beneath her silver shoes.
She couldn't believe this was happening, and to all people- her.
"You look beautiful Sara."
"Thanks mum."
"Though you're forgetting something. Something old-"The woman reached into her black handbag and pulled out a simple, silver chain. She helped her daughter put it on. Her hazel eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I wore this on my wedding day to," she explained.
"Something new."
The maid of honour stepped forward. In her hands was a silver bracelet. The edges were encrusted with diamonds. It glissaded in the bright light.
"Oh! Thank you Catharine," Sara whispered.
"Something borrowed."
Lindsey stepped forward this time; she too looked beautiful in her bridesmaid dress. In her hand was a white hair slide. It was adorned with a white flower. The child gently slid the slide into Sara's brown locks.
"And something blue."
Amy, one of Nick's many nieces, walked up to Sara. She held one blue sock. Sara tried to stop from laughing, but it was too much, the little girl joined into.
"Sorry," Catharine apologised. "We ran out ideas."
Once Sara had changed her white sock for the blue one, she looked back in the mirror.
"Perfect," her mother exclaimed.
He looked in the mirror.
In front of him was a hansom man. He wore a black tux and a grey tie. He had polished his shoes extra hard so that now he could see his face in them. They shinned beneath the red floor.
He couldn't believe this was happening, and to all people- him.
"You're gonna make me proud son," his dad praised in his Texan accent.
"Thanks dad."
"Though you're missing something," his soon to be father in law stated.
Nick's dad handed him two cufflinks. They were silver and in the middle dusted with diamonds. As he helped attach them, his eyes glazed over as he explained, "I wore them on my wedding day to son, just like my dad, and his dad before him."
"And here," Mr Sidle handed him a white roes and pinned it on to his tuxedo.
"Perfect," Nick's father exclaimed.
The music had started.
'This is it,' Nick thought.
Everyone in the church roes from their seats and turned towards the door. He breathed deeply as the procession started. Amy and Lindsey walked down first; the rest was a blur to anxiety until he saw her. She was......... perfect.
Everything else seemed to disappear and all the fear went with it. Right then, in that moment, he knew that this was right.
When she came level with him, he saw the same reassurance in her eyes to.
"You look too beautiful for words," he proclaimed. "This whole day will be just as beautiful as you."
"Perhaps when it's over, I could paint you a picture of it."
THE END......... and they all lived happily ever after!
Rating: G
Romance (Fluff!)
Pairing: N/S
Disclaimer: One day I shall own them, but until then- please don't sue!!!
ANSorry, this chapter took longer than expected to write. It's also not at it's best as I'm trying to write this the day before I go on holiday- I might touch it up though when I come back (I did have time to get it beta- ed, sorry). It's shorter than the others, but I like to think of it as 'short and sweet'. Please R&R and enjoy :0)
Picture Perfect 3/3 –Epilogue
She looked in the mirror.
The woman in front of her was stunning. Her hair was softly curled with a thin, silver tiara resting on top. She wore a silk, white dress. The upper part was decorated with a gentle pattern while the back of it was laced criss-crossed. And the bottom 'skirt' part cascaded onto the red floor beneath her silver shoes.
She couldn't believe this was happening, and to all people- her.
"You look beautiful Sara."
"Thanks mum."
"Though you're forgetting something. Something old-"The woman reached into her black handbag and pulled out a simple, silver chain. She helped her daughter put it on. Her hazel eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I wore this on my wedding day to," she explained.
"Something new."
The maid of honour stepped forward. In her hands was a silver bracelet. The edges were encrusted with diamonds. It glissaded in the bright light.
"Oh! Thank you Catharine," Sara whispered.
"Something borrowed."
Lindsey stepped forward this time; she too looked beautiful in her bridesmaid dress. In her hand was a white hair slide. It was adorned with a white flower. The child gently slid the slide into Sara's brown locks.
"And something blue."
Amy, one of Nick's many nieces, walked up to Sara. She held one blue sock. Sara tried to stop from laughing, but it was too much, the little girl joined into.
"Sorry," Catharine apologised. "We ran out ideas."
Once Sara had changed her white sock for the blue one, she looked back in the mirror.
"Perfect," her mother exclaimed.
He looked in the mirror.
In front of him was a hansom man. He wore a black tux and a grey tie. He had polished his shoes extra hard so that now he could see his face in them. They shinned beneath the red floor.
He couldn't believe this was happening, and to all people- him.
"You're gonna make me proud son," his dad praised in his Texan accent.
"Thanks dad."
"Though you're missing something," his soon to be father in law stated.
Nick's dad handed him two cufflinks. They were silver and in the middle dusted with diamonds. As he helped attach them, his eyes glazed over as he explained, "I wore them on my wedding day to son, just like my dad, and his dad before him."
"And here," Mr Sidle handed him a white roes and pinned it on to his tuxedo.
"Perfect," Nick's father exclaimed.
The music had started.
'This is it,' Nick thought.
Everyone in the church roes from their seats and turned towards the door. He breathed deeply as the procession started. Amy and Lindsey walked down first; the rest was a blur to anxiety until he saw her. She was......... perfect.
Everything else seemed to disappear and all the fear went with it. Right then, in that moment, he knew that this was right.
When she came level with him, he saw the same reassurance in her eyes to.
"You look too beautiful for words," he proclaimed. "This whole day will be just as beautiful as you."
"Perhaps when it's over, I could paint you a picture of it."
THE END......... and they all lived happily ever after!