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Miss Samantha's heart fluttered as the Bridal March began to fill the chapel. She had been waiting for this day for as long as she could remember, or at least for roughly the last year or so. She took a deep breath, she had forgotten to breathe a few times already, she was so flustered, she couldn't stop blushing. Her Maid of honor would joke about how it's her wedding day glow, which would just send Samantha into a nervous fit of giggles. She had to keep composure. This was her day. Her day to share with the man that she loved.

She took her first step down the aisle...

It was a traditional church, the same one where she had met her fiance... her husband... the wedding glow beamed across her cheeks at the thought once again. She took another deep breath, reminding herself to keep her pace even and her back straight. The wedding etiquette trainer had told her to keep poise and grace on her holy day.

Halfway down the aisle now...

Her friends and family lined the pews. She could see tears in so many eyes, they were overcome with joy. She allowed herself a soft giggle realizing some of them probably didn't recognize her with such long hair, nor her natural strawberry blonde. Some of the faces she remembered from during her punk phase, with such unkempt, short hair, and not a dash of makeup. Oh how embarrassing she must have looked. She noted a few girls still holding to those old fashions. She smiled coyly, silently promising to make sure they catch the bouquet.

Almost there...

She could run. A strange thought hit her as her steps stifled, nearly causing her to stumble. Run? That's hardly a graceful way down the aisle. Run away... Away? But, that's not until after the ceremony... after the vows. These thoughts were confusing, her body trembled as if she were a frightened little bunny. Fight or flight... run... or fight... The thoughts were growing faint but, but she wanted to hear... these words... these thoughts... whose voice...

She stood beside him...

All voices faded as she heard him softly speak, "You look beautiful" Her heart fluttered as the Bridal March came to an end and the procession took their places at the front. Her smile returned as all concern drained from her mind. This was her day. The priest began,

"Dearly beloved..."

THE END

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Description

Commission for Anonymous

Miss Samantha's heart fluttered as the Bridal March began to fill the chapel. She had been waiting for this day for as long as she could remember, or at least for roughly the last year or so. She took a deep breath, she had forgotten to breathe a few times already, she was so flustered, she couldn't stop blushing. Her Maid of honor would joke about how it's her wedding day glow, which would just send Samantha into a nervous fit of giggles. She had to keep composure. This was her day. Her day to share with the man that she loved.

She took her first step down the aisle...

It was a traditional church, the same one where she had met her fiance... her husband... the wedding glow beamed across her cheeks at the thought once again. She took another deep breath, reminding herself to keep her pace even and her back straight. The wedding etiquette trainer had told her to keep poise and grace on her holy day.

Halfway down the aisle now...

Her friends and family lined the pews. She could see tears in so many eyes, they were overcome with joy. She allowed herself a soft giggle realizing some of them probably didn't recognize her with such long hair, nor her natural strawberry blonde. Some of the faces she remembered from during her punk phase, with such unkempt, short hair, and not a dash of makeup. Oh how embarrassing she must have looked. She noted a few girls still holding to those old fashions. She smiled coyly, silently promising to make sure they catch the bouquet.

Almost there...

She could run. A strange thought hit her as her steps stifled, nearly causing her to stumble. Run? That's hardly a graceful way down the aisle. Run away... Away? But, that's not until after the ceremony... after the vows. These thoughts were confusing, her body trembled as if she were a frightened little bunny. Fight or flight... run... or fight... The thoughts were growing faint but, but she wanted to hear... these words... these thoughts... whose voice...

She stood beside him...

All voices faded as she heard him softly speak, "You look beautiful" Her heart fluttered as the Bridal March came to an end and the procession took their places at the front. Her smile returned as all concern drained from her mind. This was her day. The priest began,

"Dearly beloved..."

THE END

If you want to submit ideas, vote in polls, or just see a huge cache of unpublished sketches, Check out my Patreon