Chapter 17 NOT A FAIRYTALE WEDDING

I am nervous, hell nervous, this is the time I have been waiting for. I am standing at the door with my father beside me, ready to walk the aisle, I look around and didn't spot any photographer, “Dad, where is the photographer?” I ask, looking around carefully.

My father’s eyes flash with something and then he says hurriedly, “There isn’t one.”

“What?” I frown, no photographer, why? At least, I should have one picture of our marriage. What am I gonna show to my grandkids when I will get old.

“Miss Swan thinks…” My father starts to explain Miss Swan’s point of view but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything at all. “Hold this,” I tell my dad as I give him the bouquet that I was holding.

Then taking out my phone from my slip, I walk out of the church looking for another door, I find a window and I peek inside, I see the back of my husband-to-be, he is tall and I can notice him between a crowd of thousand people.