Taking a deep breath I walked down the aisle. My arm was wrapped around grandad’s, my fingers laced together around the gorgeous bouquet of flowers. The aisle had purple and black flowers strewn across it, black and purple flowers sat in decorative gold pots at the end of each pew.
The inside of the church was just as quaint as the outside. Stone lined the walls perfectly, there were no paintings like in the great cathedrals. There was, however, a gorgeous stained window right at the end of the aisle behind the priest.
It was a gorgeous, round window that filled most of the back wall. In the middle was a cross, surrounded by different flowers. It must have been made with painstaking precision, many hundreds of hours potentially put into it.
Holding my head high and trying to not look
