May 23rd 2013
The last couple of months had been really shitty. Newt and Emma had been so busy with all the wedding stuff, and they seemed to have gotten so much closer. I was constantly feeling like the odd one out. But now it was the day of the wedding. I stood in my best-man-tux looking at their wedding venue. They'd chosen (to be fair, Emma had chosen) a beautiful little garden right near our favourite coffee shop. There were small white chairs facing a white archway with blue ribbons where the priest and Newt, looking rather scared, already stood. Newt had decided he didn't want to have a big grand entrance walking down the aisle with his parents right before Emma because he didn't want to steal any attention from her. I thought it was stupid, but Emma thought it was sweet. A small piano was next to the archway. People were milling around the seats, chattering excitedly. There weren't that many guests. Mostly just family and a few close friends. I turned around and saw Thomas standing behind me. Thomas was Newt's only other groomsman.
'We're about to walk down the aisle, come on,' Thomas gestured for me to follow him.
He took me to this little gazebo where Emma, Lizzy (Newt's sister and Emma's maid of honour) and Teresa stood. Emma looked absolutely stunning in a long, white, tule wedding dress with a pale blue ribbon wrapped around her waist. A thin veil with little flowers lining the edges hung in front of her perfectly made up face, and her hair was actually neat for once, done up in an elegant up-do. She clutched a large bouquet of pale blue carnations tightly. Lizzy and Teresa wore long silk dresses the same colour as Emma's ribbon and bouquet, and each carried a small bouquet of white carnations.
'You all look fabulous,' I told them, 'but obviously not as fabulous as me.'
'God forbid,' Lizzy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her golden curls jiggled around as she did.
'No one is as fabulous as you, Minho,' Teresa laughed. Her long black hair had been straightened and her makeup made her blue eyes really pop.
'Of course not,' I said. 'You ready, Emma?'
Emma took a deep breath and nodded. She looked really nervous. I rubbed her back comfortingly.
'You're going to go great, honey,' Lizzy assured her. Emma nodded again.
'So how do we know when we're supposed to walk down the aisle?' Thomas asked.
As if on cue, we heard a tinkling melody. I saw someone had sat down at the piano and had begun playing it.
'I think now!' Teresa said.
Thomas kissed her on the cheek and Teresa grabbed his arm. They began their descent down the aisle.
Next was Lizzy and I. She placed her hand on my arm and we started walking down.
'Emma looks beautiful, doesn't she?' She whispered in my ear.
'Yeah. She does,' I agreed.
We kept walking until we reached Newt and the priest, then we split up. Lizzy going left to stand next to Teresa, me going right to stand next to Thomas.
'How is she?' Newt muttered as I passed him.
'Great,' I told him, then stood next to Thomas.
The piano music suddenly changed to 'Here Comes The Bride' and everyone rose from their seats. Emma came into view, gripping her father's hand tightly.
Where did her father come from? I didn't see him in the gazebo. I was too busy looking at the girls. Emma looked from side to side, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes then fell on Newt, and her face broke out in a massive smile. I looked over at Newt, he wore the same expression.
Finally Emma reached us, kissed her father lightly on the cheek, and came to stand in front of Newt.
'I love you, Emmy,' Newt whispered so quietly only I (and probably the priest) could hear.
'I love you too, Newt,' Emma whispered back. 'That's why I'm marrying you.'
Then Emma and Newt's wedding began.
