3. Fiery-orange Hair
Lily looked heart-shatteringly beautiful in her white dress, her fiery-orange hair in a messy bun, strands cascading and framing her face.
She was walking down the aisle, all eyes on her.
She hated all the attention, I knew.
Of all the years I'd spent trying to get her to give me a chance, I had never seen her looking more beautiful.
Of all the years I'd spent trying to get her attention, I could never have pictured a more perfect moment.
She reached the front of the aisle and stood across from me. I was speechless.
Once we said our 'I do's' and the preacher pronounced us as husband and wife, we walked hand in hand back down the aisle.
At this moment, I was the happiest man alive.