Emma remained at the entry of the fabulous dance hall, her heart beating in her chest. She looked shining in her wedding dress, her anxiety tempered by the way that she wasn't simply marrying an outsider. She was getting married to Alexander, the one who had flipped around her reality in the most unforeseen manner.
As the delicate types of the wedding walk started, Emma's look locked onto Alexander, who remained at the front of the room, looking each piece at the attractive lucky man. His eyes met hers, and a consoling grin played at the sides of his lips. It was a look that both of them could really comprehend, a quiet affirmation of the excursion they had set out upon.
With her dad close by, Emma strolled down the walkway, her eyes never leaving Alexander's. As they stood confronting o
