She stared at herself when all was said and done. She was in a gorgeous wedding gown, it was pure white, covered in beautiful flower prints. When she moved, it would shimmer in the light. It was long, trailing after her, her veil swooping over the dress. She sighed softly and looked down.
Crystal would walk alone to the alter. Her father had passed away recently, her mother was bed ridden and didn't seem to be getting better no matter what the doctors did to save their precious queen. She was handed the beautiful bouquet of flowers, roses, lilies, violets, all sorts of the sweet smelling flowers and lead down towards where the ceremony would take place.
She waited for the doors to open with a flourish. With her face veiled, she slowly walked down the aisle, alone, and feeling more and more depressed about her situation. She was getting married to a woman who loathed her, a woman who did not want her. She had dreamed of walking up the aisle and met with a person who would cherish and love her, and yet… here she was, being forced to marry a woman she did not love. She halts beside the other, taking a trembling breath.
