Princesses live in big castles, or in some cases, mansions. Our princess lives in one of the mansion-like houses close to the heart of the city. It used to be that her days consisted of gallivanting around with a rowdy crowd called the BuLuYaGoNz, eating, watching TV, studying, reading, among other things. Little did she know, that her future was just a couple of steps away.

Rough times came for the princess, but she never gave in. Instead she looked around and found a prince who stood by always ready to catch her fall. And through years they found comfort in each other through obstacles and stright reins, going over roadblocks and stop signs, but never failing one another.

Now she stood in front of the doors of the great church, meters of white tulle float through the air, as scents from flowers filled the air. Dressed in a beige/off white fitted gown and her face covered with a veil. She sighed and shivered in anticipation. The long walk was about to begin. She noticed that the smallest of the little girls in blue, with wreathes of flowers in her hair had walked haltingly despite her mother’s coercion. And she thought to herself… am I ready enough? And then it was time.

Moments must have flown to quickly for her. But she only noticed the steady voice of the priest asking her a question, to which she said, “I do.” And in the next instant there were applause and smiles that were beamed her way. Her state of happiness could not be rivaled as she looked at the eyes of her prince who shed tears as she walked down the aisle. Finally, they were one.

– Note: Of course, this is not EXACTLY how the bride felt, but, you know.. Although the mother of the flowergirl (me) did actually try to coach the little girl to walk down the aisle. :D PIX later!!!