Her POV

Pinkish cherry blossom petals rained down as it is being blown by the spring air, mixed with the heady smell of fresh flowers that I currently held. The warm rays of the afternoon sun bathed me as I glide down the carpeted aisle. Everything is so dreamy. It was all white and peach, like I'm in a movie scene. I can't help but to smile as memories flood. I felt happy as every step I take was bringing me to him, though my feet felt heavy. Is it because of the stilettos I am wearing?

The admiring looks of the guests was overwhelming, as well as their gentle smiles. As I drifted along the aisle all the way to the end that held a promise, I saw him, smiling...

Looking enchanting...

And I couldn't help but to fall in love with him more and more.

I remembered all of our moments together, the teases, the whispered promises, and the late night talks because we both couldn't sleep. I remembered how we planned our future, the house were going to live, how many children we will have. I remembered us arguing about the perfect date for our perfect wedding and laughing because we were both feeling foolish. I remembered us talking about it in details, how it would start, and how the day would end with a magical kiss. I remembered it all, even the vows we practiced over and over and etched it in my heart.

Now here I am, walking in the aisle we've designed, under the shades of cherry blossom trees.

Our dream wedding...

I smiled at him, a smile that even me can't fathom. He was there at the makeshift altar, staring lovingly. With all his formidable and handsome facade, looking like a lovesick fool. This was it, our dream wedding, finally turning into reality.

My heart reached out for him. I wanted to run so I could touch him, his face, his hair...

My perfect groom...

A dream-like figure of a warped truth.

He was the groom in the wedding we planned, but I'm not his fated bride...

I turned left to take a seat along with all the bridesmaids as we watch the very fair lady whose seemingly floating down the aisle with her gorgeous wedding dress that I also dreamt. I watched him watching her, looking at her like she is his world, his everything, and she too with him.

A small tear escaped as I sported a bitter smile while looking at the lovely couple. My first love and my best friend.

I am in my dream wedding, but it's not mine.