"A Blushing Bride"
The vibrant world around him paled in comparison to the beauty of his blushing bride as she made her way down the aisle. Her face was framed by a mass of curls that cascaded down her back in perfect ringlets. Her dress, though modest, did not cloak her beauty in any way. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile radiant as her gaze fell upon him. Tightly clutched in her hands was a bouquet of wildflowers picked by the schoolchildren.
As the closing bars of the wedding march played, she kissed her father's cheek, handed her bouquet to her mother, and stepped towards him. "I love you" she mouthed, as the first tear trickled down her cheek. "And I you." he replied, as the Reverend began to quote the age old words of matrimony.