by Ingrid Walsh
- Five days doll. - mutters back. Five days later ...
Green eyes of my mother fill with tears when designers end to adjust the dress and hold the veil in my tiara. My godfather, Uncle Don, my brothers and cousins have been through here earlier to give me a kiss and wish happiness. Aunt Cassie, my godmother, Anna and the twins are here along with my mother. There fungados and enthusiastic exclamations, the latter of my cousins. Anna comes with a full-length mirror and puts in front of me. Now it's my turn to gasp. Marejam my eyes, I can not help it. Is happening. I'm dressed to marry the man she loved all my life. - You look beautiful, press. - Anna murmurs in a voice half choked. - you dreamed so much of this day, is not it? Wave, stuck with emotion. My dress is a model strapless white silk and satin. The narrower bodice waist, expands in a skirt Victorian style, but modern at the same time in the two and a half meters tail cuts. An embroidered tulle jacket with lace flowers nailed hand and gold thread dropping them, simulating the nectar, breaks the boldness of the top of the dress. I fell in love with this template when the designer drew for me. My Tiara is white diamonds and belonged to my grandmother Antonella. My mother presented me with her, as my father presented her with all the jewels of his mother when they married. My hair is stuck in a sophisticated bun, settler fringe to the right side. I touch my neck and my heart warms, I am using a discreet collar of diamonds and counting the minutes to see Mike's reaction when coming into my neck. - Let me look, my princess. - the excited voice of my mother stops me the contemplation of my reflection and turning to her. It is beautiful in a long yellow. Your hands touch my shoulders and arms covered by tulle, delicate and lovingly. - so beautiful, dear. - her tears fall down her cheeks, making my overflowing too, which should not leave the maquilas all happy. Her trembling hands holding my face on each side and smiled through her tears. - I pray God to give you all the happiness in the world, daughter. Wave, biting my lip not to burst into tears. Dio, I appear for my beautiful prince. - Grazie, mamma. - whisper lovingly, touching his face too. - I'm marrying the man of my life. I dreamed about it since I began to understand what was the love between a man and a woman. - I know honey. You and Mike have everything needed for a happy life. - she nods and hugs me carefully and whispers in my ear: - remember the advice I gave you, princess, love must come together with confidence. When they reach this level, they will be screened for the rest of the world. - I will not forget. Ti amo, mamma. - choked whisper. Oh, Dio, she's making things difficult. I will get all blurry. The door opens and I hear an expression of admiration. I lift my face and my eyes are burning more to see mio papà all aligned in the king officer costume. Si, I have to touch up her makeup. He for a moment absorbing the figure of his principessa dressed as a bride. Back to walk slowly approaching, its very bright black eyes. - Tesoro ... - mumbles when it comes before me. His hands do just the same way my mother before. Secure my shoulders and looks at me, emotion took his handsome features. - so beautiful, principessa mia. - pulls a high breathing, clearly fighting back tears. I hear my mother sniff more, seeing us together. - so like your mother. Promise me you will never forget here, your home. No matter where will live from now on, you are the princess of Ardócia. Here are your people and will always be your home, figlia mia. A sob escapes me at the words so excited my father. I raise my hand to his face. - I promise, papà. - my voice trembles. - but, per favore, I'm not fighting with family, just getting married. - he mumbles when everyone laughs in the room. Takes my hands and up, kissing the back of the two. My tears fall down her cheeks and whisper: - your place in my heart will never be replaced, mio rè. - he swallows, dark eyes threatening to spill. - ti amo, papà. Pulls me gently and lovingly kisses my forehead. My mother comes to us and my father embraces also in keeping close to him, breathing irregularly. - Also ti amo, bambina. murmurs and turns to my mother, her eyes softening even more when you see crying too. nostra piccola grown so fast, beads. She smiled through her tears. - Yes, love, very fast. agrees, reaching out, wiping a tear that trickled down on his face. - it is the natural course of life, my king. Our princess will be well. Mike will take good care of it. My father chokes. I've never seen him so excited. My eyes overflow witnessing this kind of unbreakable bond that exists between him and my mother. Kiss one another on the cheek. Love you. - babbling looking between them. - molto, molto, papà, mamma. They hold me as if they would never let me go and I do not hurry. My father is the first to recover and warn that wait for us outside. After another round of excitement and good wishes of my godmother, Aunt Cassie and girls, retouched her makeup. They escort me to the ground to take the carriage. It is a tradition that my father did not give up. I am overcome with emotion when the driver, which is none other than Harry, help me to come and see the interior. It's all taken care of roses. A passionate smile splits my face as fresh tears back into my eyes. I sit on the padded bench and see an envelope immediately. Open when you get to the church, doll. It's Mike's letter, my heart jumps, my smile growing, eager to check the contents. The hold hands and take a deep breath when driving starts moving. My parents follow behind limo. Anna and my cousins follow their mothers into another car in the procession, which cuts the center to the San Domingo cathedral. All the way, emotion will looming inside me. The affection of the crowd where step is beautiful to behold. My father is right, no matter where I will live from now, Ardócia will always be my home too. When we stopped in front of the cathedral staircase, lift the envelope and open it. Wrinkling his brow when I stick my hand and pull a cell. Mike's cell phone, watch more closely. Drops a note in my lap and I read it. Put the headphones and look for the latest video on mobile. Following the guidelines, panting, anxious, nervous. Meeting the video titled: my precious girl and open with trembling fingers. The chords of Coldplay Hypnotized music fills my ears. This music is beautiful too. The dance yesterday, on the balcony of your room, after a dinner by candlelight, he has prepared for me. My eyes are bleary and quietly sob. So my pictures, our start to appear on the screen. It is a video of these very simple, and therefore excites me. My love knows exactly what touches me. There are my pictures still small in her lap. Pictures of us dancing in my fifteenth birthday. It was there that I realized I wanted as my man. I sob more, seeing us both younger, year by year, brotherly love taking otherwise within us, the way we look at is changing subtly, then blatantly. For the whole world to see. - it was built, doll. Our love was built little by little. his voice in the video scares me and gasp as your image appears. He is dressed in the black uniform for official ceremonies, which means that made this video when I was ready to come here to wait for me. Oh, Dio mio ... A few times I saw him in that uniform and it is simply breathtaking. The hair pulled back like that I love. It is a mysterious, evil air. - You had to be mine and I had to be his. - your face is in close now and I cry softly. I Love You, amore mio. I love you. - I could have ended in any other family, but my parents had to find me because we were in each other's fate, my princess. - pulls a wheezing, onyx eyes sparkling with so much love that my heart tightens, eager to join him. - Come to me, my life. Come find me and make me the happiest man in the universe. I love you, doll. Mike ... My Mike. Gasp and clean the tears carefully. The makeup is waterproof, but he broke up with me now. I threw on canvas. Soon, my father is opening the carriage door and helping me down. There is a crowd of onlookers and the press behind the cordons. Agents of the Secret Service and the Royal Guard are scattered around the perimeter while maintaining security. Nod and smile while I hold my father's arm and followed the red carpet, with Anna and the girls, my bridesmaids behind me, holding the dress tail. We climbed the stairs in the rain of applause. We stopped near the huge solid wood doors, my heart thunders against the rib cage, looking like it will come out through the mouth. My legs are shaking and I pull the air, violent emotions striking me at all, then the doors open and this time my heart to see him there at the altar. My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not weari
ng it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike then the doors open and this time my heart to see him there at the altar. My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike then the doors open and this time my heart to see him there at the altar. My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike the doors open and this time my heart to see him there at the altar. My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike the doors open and this time my heart to see him there at the altar. My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike My eyes turn to burn with his vision all dressed in black, golden currency on broad shoulders. A small crown on the head. He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike He was not wearing it when he recorded the video. My prince. I inhale roughly, struggling not to cry, but knowing that it is a losing battle when the intense and warm dark eyes meet mine and attach connecting us immediately. I gasp softly impacted, mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike mesmerized by the lyrics that sent me earlier. My father taps on my hand feels when I'm about to pass out. I hold my bouquet more firmly and let him lead me inside. To meet the most beautiful man I've ever seen. To meet the man I love more than life. Mike
Finish editing the short video for Ella and hand the envelope with my phone Lucas and Samuel with the proper orientation. It's something very simple, but I know it will touch it because it is our history. The twins have been through here earlier on the way to Ella's room. I'm anxious as hell because I have not seen my girl today. He was getting the bride care and I was left with Dam, my brothers and the younger boys, who did not stop teasing me. Bunch of brats. However, nothing can take away my good mood today. I laugh checking my reflection in the mirror and make a face. I look like fucking Prince Charming.
