My dream dress, soft satin, ladies lace, gold trim. All put together into a dress fit for a midival princess. The bodice would be cut in a peasants blouse fashion, the sleeves billowing out. The skirt would be in the typical bell fashion, with a long train, not too long though. My hair (which by the time the wedding takes place, will hopefully be grown out) Flowing with soft ringlets, down my back. No veil, that would only hinder me.1
I know what everything looks like outside my dressing area. There next to the water stands my husband to be, with one of his friends. My best friend/sister, awaits the musical cue to walk ahead of me, ushering the kids ahead of her. They look so adorable. 2
As I step outside of the tent we had setup for me to change in, I hear the soft gasp coming from him. Like my gown can compete with his dress whites, the ribbons, medals and such. I slowly walk down the aisle, glancing once at the ring that currently sits upon my finger, a white gold band with a single sapphire taking center stage. 3
I look up again when I am beside him. I whisper softly that I love him while tears form in my eyes.4
once again just a dream i have of my wedding, no i don't have my ring yet, but i can guess what it'll look like right?5
Please tell me what you think
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it was okay. describing the different faces (with emotional responses; smiles, wonderment, etc) as well as your own thoughts would have made it better leading up to the tears.but what do i know the world is a critique.
beginning: 3, language: 2, plot: 2, ending: 2, dialog: 2, characters: 1.
