51 The Bride (1/2)

Misha glanced at herself at the mirror. She looked beautiful yet beautiful is not really the appropriate term to describe her appearance now. If one would see her, one would think that Virgin Mary reincarnated.

Her lace mermaid wedding gown has long sleeves which perfectly fitted her long slender arms. The dress hogged her body perfectly as it showcased her curves on her body. She had worn a long veil which covered her face and its long terrain cascaded down together with the hems of her lace mermaid wedding dress.

Looking satisfied, she slowly followed the personnel of Louisa out from the dressing room as she was waiting her patiently on the sidelines. The personnel looked at her with awe as she did not have seen such lovely bride even before.

The personnel guided her towards the exit with care.

She boarded the car with grace and the chauffeur revived the engine.

Riding in a vintage bridal car, Misha arrived in front of the church feeling nervous. She could not calm down even just for a bit. Despite trying to inhale and exhale things, her system wouldn't do so. She did not know why but there's a slight worry in her.

What if she will trip and fall down, isn't it embarrassing?

Or, what if she will faint? That's more embarrassing, right?

She could not help but think these negative thoughts on her and she doesn't clearly know why. Is this normal for the bride to be this nervous?

She's supposed to be happy and expecting yet, here she is, worrying over things.

She's so calm and composed on the outside but it is a direct contrast of what she feels in the insides.

Misha gripped hard the bouquet she's holding, enough to twist the stems of poor peonies. Saying to her self, 'Now or never!'

Louisa greeted her and helped her out from the car. She then helped Misha arranged the terrain of her gown together with her mom, Michele.

Mich looked at her with loving eyes. She cannot believe that her bestfriend and her daughter is now getting married. She smiled at her tenderly and asked, ”Are you ready?'”

”I guess so. Hooh! I'm quite nervous.” she confessed.