Today was a was perfect. A lovely day for such an occurrence. When the people gathered and the dress was right. Everyone was excited, but none were more on edge and fearful than one Lucy Baker.
"Wot if I trip? Wot if-" She was stopped by a gentle hand, and she whined as her nerves kept running.
"You'll be fine, Lucy." Florence assured her, a calm smile on her pale face as she handed the lass the bouquet. "The world ending won't stop this from happening. Just calm down and everything will happen smoothly."
Another hand landed on her shoulder. "You shouldn't be nervous." Hilda added as Lucy peered up at her. "You'll do great."
Meanwhile, there was silence.
Alfendi couldn't help but think about this choice, but despite this was glad he chose Lucy.
For this day was more than just a perfect day.
It was the day.
The day that love would be final.
He chose no other but Lucy and he made sure it would be great. It was a little after noon, and the sun brought a shadow to the room, while still providing light.
Today was the day.
Now Alfendi knew he couldn't well be the perfect person he always thought himself to be. He'd try his best, no his hardest, however much intelligence he could, to keep Lucy happy. He loved her and she loved both of him.
Lucy, while being a bit too trusting and brave, could tolerate him, both of him and sure, maybe she wasn't the brightest at times, she showed she could do better. She was caring, lighthearted and…
Alfendi was probably getting ahead of himself.
Yes. Today was the perfect day.
For a wedding.
And who knows what fate had in store for them next.