Allison's POV
Mason was standing at the altar waiting for me, as I made my way down the aisle. He looked as dashing as ever in his crisp, black tuxedo. It hugged all of the muscles in his chest and arms. His jet black hair, that was normally a little tousled, was styled off to the side in perfection. He was beaming at me with a bright smile and adoring eyes. Seeing him made me want to jump him right there in front of all of those people.
Beautiful white roses lined the pews, tied together with purple ribbon and bows. The church smelled like a flower garden, engulfing all of your senses in their alluring aroma. I felt as light as air. I looked at all of the faces as I walked by them, not a single person donned a frown and everyone was focused on me.
I could hear the whispers..."Isn't she
