A pristine white dress, beautiful light pink roses and giggling bridesmaids surrounded me. We laughed and smiled, for it was a day that we'd never forget, that I'd never forget. We chatted and cried and laughed, celebrating the wedding that we had been planning for months. I heard a light knock on the door and my mum walked in. "He wants to see you, honey." My friends teased me, saying something about seeing another woman. I left the room and walked out into the hallway. Before turning into the corridor where he was waiting, I smoothed my dress and tried to calm down.
He once told me that he was the luckiest man in the world. I smiled to myself as I recalled the times we spent together. We were neighbours as children and always played with each other and constantly slept over at each others' houses. We were the best of friends. We remained so even when we entered middle school and high school, spending weekends at the movies, chatting on the phone, and the like. And even