How beautiful she looked in her beautiful bridal gown.  A white pearl satin fabric, a unique design, made-to-order  privately by an excellent dressmakers.  Her soft  white vail now covering her pretty face.  Underneath the vail her cascading curls of jet black hair fell over her shoulders like a black velvet mantle covering in a moonless night sky.  The contrast of her jet black shinny hair dropping over her young soft  white naked  shoulders gave her an appearance of a mystical female figure in an enchanting love fairy tale.

Her mind was racing with all sorts of possible imaginary embarrassing wedding disasters.  She remembered how her sister had told her not to purchased a used wedding gown or a gown that had been tried on at a wedding shop.  Have your gown made brand new, just for you.  It is terrible thing and very bad luck to wear a used or previously tried on gown by another woman.   She did not know if this was true about the bad luck but she did not want to take any chances. Her hands were trembling and her legs were shaking.  She was so afraid she would drop her flowers, trip over something while walking down the aisle plush red carpet in the chapel.   Maybe the back her long flowing bridal gown will get caught on one of her shoes high  heels causing a big visible rip.    What about her eyes,  her beautiful olive green eyes,  her sister have done her makeup.  Maybe she put too much eyeliner and it will turn to muck if she cried.  "Please, don't let me cry."   She silently prayed.   Her heart was pounding against her chest like a set of drums playing in an Easter parade.  She tried to talk but her tongue wouldn't move,  her tongue  felt as if was  glued to the roof of her mouth which was completely dried.  She needed a glass of water but was afraid to drink it in case it would  come right up again because her stomach was so tense.

 I need to breath slowly, if I breath fast I will get dizzy and pass out.  Concentrate on your steps,  don't hunch, stand up straight, look straight forward, keep in  pace with the organ music.     Another thought came rushing into her already preocupied mind.  "Oh!  No!!!   What if he does not show and I am left at the altar, all alone, with everybody staring and feeling sorry for me.  No, no, no.   It is a fate worst than death.    But, he has to be there, he said he loved me.  He will never do such a thing to me.  He is sweet and kind."

She tried to sit down on a chair while waiting for the knock on her door that it was time, but her dress would not let her sit properly.  Her feet became sweatty due to the extreme heat they were having.  The room was air condition and so was the church yet it still felt so warm.  Why did she agree to a summer wedding?  Now, she regrets that decision.  As she passed her small dressing room, her mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts.  One thought struck her an ice cold chill up and down her spine.   What if I am making a mistake in marrying him.  Am I too scare to say no to the minister when he asks, "Do you take Nathan for your wedded husband?"   What if I say no.  What if it comes out without me knowing it.  Worse yet,  what if he says, "No," about  taking me for a wife.  I will just die, faint, become hysterical, I don't know what I will do.  

A soft knock on her  dressing room door abruptlu brought her back to reality.  A female voice gently said, " Are you ready?"   She  was afraid to answer the call,  inwardly she wanted to run away and not look back but instead she cowardly answered, "Yes."   She opened the door slowly and exited the tiny room.  All the bride maids were in their places and all looked nervous.  They all turned to look at her and you could see in thgeir faces their totaled admiration for the way she looked.  Secretly in their hearts they all wanted the very same thing.  To wear a white a gorgeous white wedding gown and be a beautiful  bride.  A womans' dream to marry their prince.  

She stood at the front of the double doors to the entrance from the capel hall to the main chapel, she nervously thought, " How do these doors open?  Do they open outwards or inwards?   She could not remember how they opened when she had her wedding rehearsal.  I will  probably have to move a few steps if they opened outward."
   
Soon, she heard that beautiful organ music and the familiar wedding march tune.  How beautiful it sounded.  That sound coming from the inside of the church lifted her spirits.  Suddenly, the chapel doors  opened inwardly  and  well dressed men in fine attire stood at  each side of the entrance to the chapel doors.

There she stood, all dressed in white, her beautiful white wedding bouquet of roses shaking a bit in her hands. The lights at the entrance of the chapel  made her look like some kind of apparision from heaven above.  She looked radiant, gorgeous, beautiful like a human size doll.  All the guest now standing inside the chapel  let out a sigh of pleasure and soft words of admiration.  They were all staring at her and greatly pleased with her appearance,  mentally they were appauding.  

She walked down the aisle in step with the sound of that wonderful harmonious  organ wedding march music.  Looking straight ahead  praying inwardly that he be there.  Her brother held her arm escorting her to the altar.   He is the only male left in her family for her father had passed away a few years ago.  He has been so brave and wonderful taking care of the family since his passing.  How deeply she loved and respected her brother.

She felt alert, lively and confident.  She was certain of her future with the man she loved.  When she was closer to the altar she was able to see him and her mind and heart relaxed a bit.  He was there.  She was so happy to see him there.  His face shown like a bright morning sun after a storm.  So radiant, so virile and handsome in his cream color tuxedo.    This was the confirmation she needed most, that he was there.  "Soon he will be mine, all mine forever."  She thought.