My dress was gorgeous.
I wasn't much of a peach person, but this was my wedding dress. White lace patterns decorated the bottom and my waist area, creeping up to my chest and arms. It was backless, and sleeveless, leaving everything exposed for the sun except for the spots covered with the white design. It was tight fitting until it got to my upper thighs. Then it spread loosely, making everything easier to walk in.
The way my braid fell down my exposed back, the way the flowers matched the color of the patterns, the way I honestly wasn't wearing any shoes at the moment and I wished I could stay that way. s**t, I have to put on some sort of shoe.
Then the maids brought out the shoes. Stupid freaking heels. I shrugged and pulled them on, gaining my balance quickly due to another
