Faye skipped happily down the aisle scattering pink flower petals along her path. She beamed effortlessly when she saw her father stood at the altar and couldn't help but give him a little wave. When she reached the top she turned around and curtseyed cutely and let of a dimpled smile to the members of her family and friends.
She watched as her older sisters walked slowly down the aisle behind her. They both had the same dress and their younger sister yet they weren't flower girls. Lola grabbed Raine's hand as they stepped in unison to the soft beat playing from the organ. They took their places next to Faye and smiled proudly at their father.
The whole room stood up and Simon turned around nervously, there she was. A vision in white, she looked more beautiful than she had ever done before in her life and Simon couldn't help but smile. The ivory satin clung to her curves in all the right places, it wasn't understated yet it wasn't flamboyant. It was perfect.
The whole room stood up and Cheryl began to walk nervously, there he was. A vision in his suit, he looked more handsome than he had ever done before in his life and Cheryl couldn't help but smile. The three piece suit clung to his body in all the right places, it wasn't understated yet it wasn't flamboyant. It was perfect.
I, Cheryl Ann Tweedy, take you Simon Phillip Cowell to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.
I, Simon Phillip Cowell, take you Cheryl Ann Tweedy, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.
