Chapter 90
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I am inside the bridal car. The bridal march is beginning inside the church now. I feel like hyperventilating.
"Come now Jill. Take deep breaths. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale." Andrea said.
I do what Andrea said and take deep breaths. I can feel myself calming down.
"There, feeling much better?" Andrea asked looking worried.
"Yeah. Thanks Andie." I smile at her.
'Knock knock' the coordinator knocked on our window. Andrea opened it.
"Maid of honor, it will be your turn to walk. Please be ready." The female coordinator said.
"Okay. Well Jill are you gonna be okay by yourself here?" Andrea asked.
"I'm going to be fine. Just a little nervous." I told Andrea. "Now go."
"Okay. See you at the altar." Andrea gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Okay." I answered.
Andrea exited the car. I see her take her walk on the aisle.
"Okay, deep breaths Jill." I told myself.
After that I see the staff coordinators close the door of the church.
"Ms. Jill it's your turn now." The coordinator said.
"Thanks." I said. "Okay Jill you can do this." I told myself.
The coordinator opened the car door and helped me get out.
When I was walking towards the door I see my father. He gives me a warm smile.
"Jillian." Father said as he hugged me.
"Daddy." I hug him back.
"Mayor Williams, Ms. Jill. Once the door has opened you can walk down the aisle." The coordinator said.
My father offered his arm to me. "Well let's do this." I hooked my arm into his.
"Thanks daddy, for being here. I'm really nervous." I said to him.
"Just think that at the end of the aisle your prince is waiting for you. Focus on him while walking. Don't mind the other people around." Father advised me.
I giggled. "Okay. I'll do what you just said."
Then the music changed. I can hear a sweet mellow music playing.
"That's our cue. Open the doors." The coordinator told her staff.
The two staff opened the door slowly. Then I see the interior of the church. The guests are now all focused on me. I gripped my father's arm.
"Remember, focus on him." Father said while patting my hand. Then we started to walk down the aisle.
'Focus on him.' I told myself. I glanced at the end of the aisle. I see a dashing young man standing there. He was wearing an all white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His light brown hair was brushed back. His emerald green eyes focused only at me.
I was captivated with those pair of eyes. They have put under their spell. All I can see now is him, my angel. He was looking at me with love and affection. I can see tears coming from those emerald green eyes.
Then I saw a vision. A vision of us getting old together. I can see the both of us growing old with our children. Tears are now falling on my eyes as well.
As I walk slowly, I can see him get nearer and nearer. It was like I am not satisfied with my pace, I want to run and be in his arms.
"You look so beautiful." Troy said to me when I was just in front of him. We were still locked at each other's gaze. I smiled at him. He wiped away his tears.
"Ahem." Father cleared his throat. "Well this is where I give the hand of my daughter to you. I wish the two of you happiness." My father said while giving my hand to Troy.
"Thank you father." Troy smiled and got my hand. He looked at me again. "My Jillian. This is the happiest moment of my life." He wiped away my tears and kissed the back of my hands.
"Me too." I smiled at him.
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I am inside the bridal car. The bridal march is beginning inside the church now. I feel like hyperventilating.
"Come now Jill. Take deep breaths. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale." Andrea said.
I do what Andrea said and take deep breaths. I can feel myself calming down.
"There, feeling much better?" Andrea asked looking worried.
"Yeah. Thanks Andie." I smile at her.
'Knock knock' the coordinator knocked on our window. Andrea opened it.
"Maid of honor, it will be your turn to walk. Please be ready." The female coordinator said.
"Okay. Well Jill are you gonna be okay by yourself here?" Andrea asked.
"I'm going to be fine. Just a little nervous." I told Andrea. "Now go."
"Okay. See you at the altar." Andrea gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Okay." I answered.
Andrea exited the car. I see her take her walk on the aisle.
"Okay, deep breaths Jill." I told myself.
After that I see the staff coordinators close the door of the church.
"Ms. Jill it's your turn now." The coordinator said.
"Thanks." I said. "Okay Jill you can do this." I told myself.
The coordinator opened the car door and helped me get out.
When I was walking towards the door I see my father. He gives me a warm smile.
"Jillian." Father said as he hugged me.
"Daddy." I hug him back.
"Mayor Williams, Ms. Jill. Once the door has opened you can walk down the aisle." The coordinator said.
My father offered his arm to me. "Well let's do this." I hooked my arm into his.
"Thanks daddy, for being here. I'm really nervous." I said to him.
"Just think that at the end of the aisle your prince is waiting for you. Focus on him while walking. Don't mind the other people around." Father advised me.
I giggled. "Okay. I'll do what you just said."
Then the music changed. I can hear a sweet mellow music playing.
"That's our cue. Open the doors." The coordinator told her staff.
The two staff opened the door slowly. Then I see the interior of the church. The guests are now all focused on me. I gripped my father's arm.
"Remember, focus on him." Father said while patting my hand. Then we started to walk down the aisle.
'Focus on him.' I told myself. I glanced at the end of the aisle. I see a dashing young man standing there. He was wearing an all white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His light brown hair was brushed back. His emerald green eyes focused only at me.
I was captivated with those pair of eyes. They have put under their spell. All I can see now is him, my angel. He was looking at me with love and affection. I can see tears coming from those emerald green eyes.
Then I saw a vision. A vision of us getting old together. I can see the both of us growing old with our children. Tears are now falling on my eyes as well.
As I walk slowly, I can see him get nearer and nearer. It was like I am not satisfied with my pace, I want to run and be in his arms.
"You look so beautiful." Troy said to me when I was just in front of him. We were still locked at each other's gaze. I smiled at him. He wiped away his tears.
"Ahem." Father cleared his throat. "Well this is where I give the hand of my daughter to you. I wish the two of you happiness." My father said while giving my hand to Troy.
"Thank you father." Troy smiled and got my hand. He looked at me again. "My Jillian. This is the happiest moment of my life." He wiped away my tears and kissed the back of my hands.
"Me too." I smiled at him.
I am inside the bridal car. The bridal march is beginning inside the church now. I feel like hyperventilating. "Come now Jill. Take deep breaths. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale." Andrea said. I do what Andrea said and take deep breaths. I can feel myself calming down. "There, feeling much better?" Andrea asked looking worried. "Yeah. Thanks Andie." I smile at her. 'Knock knock' the coordinator knocked on our window. Andrea opened it. "Maid of honor, it will be your turn to walk. Please be ready." The female coordinator said. "Okay. Well Jill are you gonna be okay by yourself here?" Andrea asked. "I'm going to be fine. Just a little nervous." I told Andrea. "Now go." "Okay. See you at the altar." Andrea gave me a peck on the cheek. "Okay." I answered. Andrea exited the car. I see her take her walk on the aisle. "Okay, deep breaths Jill." I told myself. After that I see the staff coordinators close the door of the church. "Ms. Jill it's your turn now." The coordinator said. "Thanks." I said. "Okay Jill you can do this." I told myself. The coordinator opened the car door and helped me get out. When I was walking towards the door I see my father. He gives me a warm smile. "Jillian." Father said as he hugged me. "Daddy." I hug him back. "Mayor Williams, Ms. Jill. Once the door has opened you can walk down the aisle." The coordinator said. My father offered his arm to me. "Well let's do this." I hooked my arm into his. "Thanks daddy, for being here. I'm really nervous." I said to him. "Just think that at the end of the aisle your prince is waiting for you. Focus on him while walking. Don't mind the other people around." Father advised me. I giggled. "Okay. I'll do what you just said." Then the music changed. I can hear a sweet mellow music playing. "That's our cue. Open the doors." The coordinator told her staff. The two staff opened the door slowly. Then I see the interior of the church. The guests are now all focused on me. I gripped my father's arm. "Remember, focus on him." Father said while patting my hand. Then we started to walk down the aisle. 'Focus on him.' I told myself. I glanced at the end of the aisle. I see a dashing young man standing there. He was wearing an all white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His light brown hair was brushed back. His emerald green eyes focused only at me. I was captivated with those pair of eyes. They have put under their spell. All I can see now is him, my angel. He was looking at me with love and affection. I can see tears coming from those emerald green eyes. Then I saw a vision. A vision of us getting old together. I can see the both of us growing old with our children. Tears are now falling on my eyes as well. As I walk slowly, I can see him get nearer and nearer. It was like I am not satisfied with my pace, I want to run and be in his arms. "You look so beautiful." Troy said to me when I was just in front of him. We were still locked at each other's gaze. I smiled at him. He wiped away his tears. "Ahem." Father cleared his throat. "Well this is where I give the hand of my daughter to you. I wish the two of you happiness." My father said while giving my hand to Troy. "Thank you father." Troy smiled and got my hand. He looked at me again. "My Jillian. This is the happiest moment of my life." He wiped away my tears and kissed the back of my hands. "Me too." I smiled at him.
