Random Short Stories

My first wedding

The bride strolls down the aisle, pure white dress flowing behind her like a fluffy white cloud. Her hair is pinned up, adorned with shining jewels.

She looks beautiful.

Beside her is her groom. With hair neatly gelled back and clad smartly in a suit, he leads her down the aisle like a gentleman would do.

He looks stunning.

Everyone around me is up, raising their phones high to catch a picture of the beautiful transient moment.

I watch as the rose petals flutter and fall and the couple finally make their way up the stage with bright smiles on their faces.

The room errupts into cheers and thinderous applause.

I am in complete awe.

I wonder if I'll ever walk down the aisle too with a beatiful white dress and with my beloved by my side.

The cheers settle into silence as the crowd take their seats, waiting for the bride and groom to start their speech.

"Miss..." My attention snaps back to in front of me, where a woman is holding up her teacup.

I give her a small smile as acknowledgement and scurry to the side station for the kettle of tea.