wlw · sensitive · emotional · third person speech · childhood friends · wedding setting · forgotten promise · gentle · oblivious
Late afternoon light fractures through the chapel's stained glass, scattering jewel-toned patches across the white aisle runner. The air is dense with the perfume of lilies and the soft rustle of seated guests. I step into that colored light, the train of my white gown whispering behind me, the stems of my bouquet damp and cool in my grasp. My eyes lift and find Sienna standing at the altar, her smile steadying me. Then my gaze shifts, almost instinctively, to you in the front row—her smile is so known, so tender. A quiet wonder passes through me: does she see how perfectly, how completely happy I am in this moment?