It’s not just another love story. It’s your love story: imperfect, special, not what you had imagined and, in fact, far better than you expected.
And here you are. The big day has arrived and everybody is here. The people you love. The people who love you.
And, of course, as nervous as you are, that one person who has made it all worthwhile. You want them to look at you and think exactly that: that it was all worth it. But, more importantly, you want them to look at you. You. Not a cold dummy, not a girl locked into a pompous wedding gown, or the woman that your parents expect you to be.
Just you. In your own version of the princess bride: light and delicate. Or maybe like the wild child you are: rebellious, elegant, mischievous…
Yes, you can wear whatever you want: a white dress and leather boots, or plaits and a flower crown. You can wear satin or a lacy dress, an open-backed dress or black nail varnish.
It is your day. You make the rules. Or better yet, you both make the rules. Because this is a tale of two people. A story that started with the first I love you and now continues with that I do.
Like most good things in life, it’s a bit frightening, but you also know that it’s always worth taking the risk.