Then the bridesmaids started coming down the aisle. One at a time. In long, dusty rose dresses.Discover Dresses
The same color as mine.
I hadn’t known that. Nobody had told me what color the bridesmaids were wearing. I’d just
picked my dress because it was Hannah’s favorite color when she was eight.
I watched them walk past me, one after another, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying.
Then the organist paused.
There was a long, quiet moment.
And then the music swelled. The wedding march. The big one. The one that makes everybody’sWedding planning services
heart jump.
Everyone stood.
The big double doors opened right beside me.
And Hannah came through them on Mark’s arm.
She was so beautiful I forgot to breathe.
Her dress was simple and white and elegant, with long lace sleeves and a little train that whispered over the wooden floor. Her brown hair was pinned up with tiny white flowers. She was holding a bouquet of white roses and lavender.
