She slid into the gorgeous antique-looking lace
She wore her grandmothers ring on the ‘other’ hand
Her hair was repositioned..and then again and the stray wisp was secured with a single bobby pin..
…years of searching, then dating and now planning had lead this moment.
She was ready.
With a deep inhale and then a ‘final’ exhale..she gathered her train in her arm, her ‘girls’ by her side and set off to meet him on the aisle.