WA-5 Draft 2

I woke up with really cold feet. How could I be getting married? I could not believe this. The wedding was in six hours and I had a tremendous amount of things to do. Throughout the morning people were showing up asking to help or delivering things. When the florist came with the pink and red roses, I knew that everything was going to be perfect. A large truck pulled up with the tent in it. I ordered a massive white tent to cover all of the guests and the alter. It went perfectly with the white, pink, and red theme. My favorite part about the set up was the white ribbon decorating the driveway.
An hour away I started getting ready. My white dress, covered in stitching, was incredible. I couldn't wait to debut it to all of my guests. My father came up to get me. He looked so handsome causing this wave of emotion to crash into me. We went downstairs to start the ceremony. I saw Brad, whom I was going to marry, from a window standing at the alter. My life was about to change. We walked out and I stood at the foot of the white carpet. The piano started playing and , in time, we walked down the isle. I was overwhelmed by the sight of the flower girls throwing red and pink petals in front of me. As a little girl I had imagined this perfect traditional wedding and this was exactly what I expected.
When I reached the alter, Brad grabbed my hands as the preacher said his words. I looked deeply into his eyes. I felt that he was the one. I was meant to be here. A rumble came from someone coming up the driveway. I thought it was just someone coming to pick up something. We went on with the ceremony. Probably five minutes later, out of the corner of my eye I saw him. Was I seeing this correctly? I hadn't invited him to the wedding. Why was he here? He must have caught me looking at him because in a bold voice he yelled, "Wait! She is mine! She loves me!" Everyone turned to look at him. I was having trouble processing all of this. Quickly I blurted out, "What are you doing here? I did not invite you! Get out!" "I love you and I cannot let you marry this fool! He does not know you. I know you and I have known you for much longer than he has. I know that you love me and you always will, so come with me!" He said with confidence. I did not know what to do. I knew that I stilled loved him. Everything that he said was true. We had broken up because his job relocated. Unconsciously I slapped him. Oh no. But just as unconsciously, I lent in and whispered, "I hoped that this would happen." With out thinking I snatched his hand and we ran to his black Honda to drive off into the sunset hand in hand.