Please don't let me fall
My hands were shaking so hard, I thought I was going to drop the pretty bouquet. "Lace, you really need to calm down. Are you getting cold feet?"
"No! I mean, I am just nervous. Everyone is going to be staring at me and I don't want to mess up."
"Honey, you are going to be fine. I promise you, once you walk out there; you are not going to see anyone else."
"You're right. I mean this is silly. I am getting married not dying." Emily laughed at shook her head.
"You look beautiful Lacey. That boy is not going to be able to take his eyes off of you."
"LACEY! Look at you-Emily you did a fantastic job!" Kim said, rushing over to envelope me in her small arms. Tears actually started to form at her cheeks. I looked in the mirror and was startled by my appearance. I was short and round ordinarily. But this dress made me look longer and leaner. In all senses of the word, this dress was the single prettiest thing I had ever seen. It was bleach white, which sparkled all the colors when the light hit it. The sleeves were lace; many a joke was made about my name. My dark brown hair was curled down my back with jewels twisted into it. My veil was clipped on top of my head glittering in the light. A few tendrils framed my face. My eyes were glowing and my cheeks were flushed from excitement. My flowers were white and a deep purple. I had an antique necklace on which consisted of a locket tied on with a light blue ribbon. It was a gift from my mom. She was standing outside, impatient for the ceremony to start. She wanted to get to the reception so she could start drinking. You have to understand that I am only eighteen. My mother seems to be convinced I am pregnant. I would not put it past her if that is what she told the family. Much to my surprise she peeked her head into the room and started crying.
"Oh Lacey, honey you look beautiful. Look I don't understand why you are getting married so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. But it is your life and if this is what is going to make you happy then so be it. I hope everything works out for you." She gave me a swift hug and left. I pretty much almost burst out laughing. Emily gave me a pitied look.
"I am so glad you asked Sam to walk you down the aisle. I know that he is so honored."
"Sam is the closest thing I have to a paternal figure I have. Plus we kind of owe him. Sam was the one that brought me back from Massachusetts, when I-well you know."
"He loves you like a sister. I don't think he could have lived with himself if he let you go."
"Guys- Lacey has to get ready to walk down the aisle now so can we save the sap and drama for later?" Kim said so eloquently. Emily steered me toward the door where Sam was waiting. He gave me a reassuring smile as I took his arm. The doors opened and it dawned on me that Emily was right. I didn't see anything except for my future husband waiting at the end of the aisle for me. I could vaguely hear the music playing and I saw the people standing on either side of me. I saw Quil attempting to calm a crying Claire down. When she looked up at me she stopped and started smiling. She waved excitedly toward me. I felt myself smile back, but all I was really looking at was him.
Embry Call was standing only a few feet away from me. I could see the anxiousness and excitement in his face. I tried to act serious but all I could do was grin. He looked so handsome in his tux and his smile only widened when he took my hand. His shoulders visibly relaxed. We said our vows; I only forgot one line that we had to go back for. Luckily everyone laughed-especially Embry. Claire bounced up and down next to me whispering across to Quil, "Are they gunna kiss yet? That is the bestest part" The families seemed to like that a lot. When the man announced, "You may kiss your bride" Embry grabbed me so fast I felt the wind move. He kissed me shortly but passionately. His grip on my hand felt like iron. I wanted to walk back down the aisle with him but my legs were like jello after that kiss. He laughed and tugged at my hand. This was the beginning of the rest of my life.