Finally we arrived at the chruch. While I paced around in the lobby, my mom
took Olivia’s mom to her seat in the front of the church. Eliza came in next, looking
so beautiful. We saw each other and hugged.
“You look wonderful.” Eliza practically whispered. She looked me over the
same way Olivia’s mom had.
“Kersey? Ready?” my dad asked.
“Yep. Go Eliza!” I said. She grabbed Graham’s friend Noah’s arm and within
seconds they were preceeding down the aisle.
Everything was exactly how I dreamed it would be. I had a major case of
nervousness. My stomach fluttered with butterflies as I stood next to my father, hand
in hand, ready to walk down the aisle.
The doors reopened. Now it was my turn to take the long walk down the aisle.
