I dream of the day when all of it was dedicated to me and you. It was the day when I woke up ad there wul be a hair and make up artist ready and waiting in my front room. Ready and waiting to make me look like a princess. On that day, I wouldn't want much makeup, subtle, natural. I still wanted to look like me. When she would be finished with my makeup, she ould move onto my hair. Ringlets! I would want hundreds of ringlets spiralling out of my head. My draping blonde locks would reflect the ligt perfectly, highlighting every shade in my hair. The curls would frame my face beautifully. I would feel beautiful. It would take a long time, I would be prpared for that. One she done adding the finishing touches for my hair, she would slide the tiara onto my head and lower the veil over my face. She would step back and smile at her work.
Quickly, she would move aside so te ladies can dress me in a gown any princess would love. In tw gown, I would notice the slight sparkles here and there. Simple and eegant. Perfect. After the make up, hair and gown, it was time to go. Moving in the car wouldn't seem real. Everything would blur and I wouldn't notice that we were alrady there. We would be already at the church before I knew I had even gotten in the car. But soon enough, I'd be climbing out the car ad everything would slow. I would hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I would be ready that day. I would be ready to say "I do" For now though, I'm happy dreaming. I'm happy waiting. Just so I can call that day, ours.
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