Our heels clicked on the wood; one by one we descended the stairs.
Two sets of French Manicured toes peeked out beneath dresses that swished around our ankles as we matched our heartbeats.
Our fingers held tightly to one another’s.
My view through the ivory tulle was glistening; gauzy and shimmering with promise as we stepped onto the silky white runner.
Carried forward on a wave of love we glided up to meet him.
And I stood; past and future each lifted a side of the blusher while the sunlight streamed in.
One hand let go, as another reached.
She gave me away.