The Wedding

A lane of Poinsettia at Conrad Hotel, Dubai, UAE

She was an event organizer. She was artsy. Her friends gathered at her dining, persuading her to organize a small wedding. She is done event organizing but she obliged anyway. They were her friends; close friends, she can't just say no.

The place was beautifully done. She was sitting at the corner while unfamiliar faces kept flowing in, congesting the tiny decent room. She was unconsciously watching the bunch of people in rows of benches adorned with white roses and flowing royal blue sashes and she spotted him, caught looking at her then she looked away. She took a glance back checking him out if he was still looking and yes but sweetly staring now.

The people were ready. The place was ready. The wedding officiant was ready. Everything was ready but the bride and groom. They were nowhere.

Her friends came in. One of them directly went to his direction, leading him at the back of the seats right in the middle of the arc of flowers she made for the to-be-wedded.

He was the groom. Sleek and easy on the eyes.

She was wearing a long powder blue, venus cut and empire waist of chiffon dress. Not really trying to accentuate with the motif, Royal Blue.

Her friend, Celine, put a wedding veil on her.

She was the bride.

Oh. So he's my groom, she smiled to herself.

She was going towards him but stopped halfway, "I have to call Mom and Dad! But, this isn't like a real wedding, right? Right?"