April 21st, The Wedding

Gabe did make it to the wedding after all. 

The church is bathed in the soft glow of sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished wooden pews. The air smells faintly of lilies and roses, the floral arrangements meticulously placed along the aisle. 

Our heels click softly on the expensive wooden floor as I follow behind Eiko, our cousin and one of Liz's bridesmaids, her beautiful dress swishing around her ankles. Avrielle's footsteps fall in rhythm behind mine. Us bridesmaids, wear matching dusty rose dresses that fall just below our knees, simple but elegant, with flowing skirts and cinched waists. It's the kind of dress that allows us to blend into the background but still look cohesive next to Liz in her bridal glory. 

Everyone is beaming as they look back at us and my vision blurs by my tears, concealing the faces of everyone- including the one I wanted to see most.