She stood in front of the full length mirror and looked at herself one last time. The dress was perfect, everything that she had hoped it would be. Full length, pulled in at the waist and then flowed down covering her feet. The top half was covered in sequins that stopped just above her breasts. and was pulled tight at the back. She had been laced into it this morning by her sister. Her hair had clips in it with pearls at the side and hung down onto her shoulders at the back. Her make up just as she had wanted it, not too much but enough to show of her perfect features. This was her wedding day and everything was going to be perfect.
As she stood there in the mirror she remembered the first time she had met Mathew. Out one night with her friends in the local club he had approached her and asked to buy her a drink. He was a good looking lad there was no denying that, and she was instantly attracted too him. She agreed to the drink and they had spent the night together drinking and chatting until the club closed.
Her friends and left her that night and she and Mathew had decided to go and get something to eat from the all night cafe on the corner of Brook Road. They sat amongst the mixture of early risers and late night revelers and drank coffee talking as if they had known each other all of their lives. He had walked her home but didn't ask for coffee, he just pecked her on the cheek and left with her number on his phone, promising to call her later that week.
Waiting at work for her on Monday was a bunch of red roses, sent by Mathew, and Sally knew this was the one for her. Their courtship had lasted a year and when in Paris one weekend he had got down on one knee and proposed to her. She had said yes straight away. She had never been so happy.
A knock on the door brought her back to the present. Her dad entered the room and when he saw her a broad smile spread across his face.
"You look stunning" He said pecking her on the cheek
"Thanks Dad" She smiled back at him. This was the happiest moment of her life. She was goign to marry the man of her dreams.
She placed her arm through her dads, who made an L shape by placing his arm across his stomach at the elbow and gently and slowly they walked down the stairs leaving the family home for the last time as a single woman. Her bridesmaids were waiting outside for her all dressed in deep red gowns that were also of the shoulder, they all held 6 red roses tied up in bouquets and smiled at her as she walked through the front door.
The photographer took pictures of the bride to be and father and they happily posed for them. Then they made their way to the vintage rolls Royce, black in colour and a chauffeur holding the door open for them. Sally slided inside and her father waited until she was seated before sliding in next to her. The sun was shining, there wasnt a cloud in the sky. This was going to be the day she had dreamed off.
As they arrived at the church the chauffeur pulled in as close to the doors as he could get and stopped the car. He stepped out and opened the door for her. Her bridesmaids were already there waiting for her. They all got in position, the bridesmaid at the front, Sally and her father standing at the back. The church organ burst into life with the wedding march, Sally took a deep breath and entered the church.
She looked at the end of the aisle and there he was the man of her dreams. She smiled at him and watched as he smiled back at her. This was true love she thought, this is everything I have ever wanted.
"Dad I love you" she said
"I know" he replied "Hes a good man, he will look after you"
She smiled at her father. Yes he was a good man. A friend since childhood she didn't realize how much she loved him until after Mathew had cheated on her. Perfect Mathew, the love of her life, the man who she had come home from work for early one day and found in bed with her mother. The destroyer of two families.
He had promised her so much but he had let her down and now she knew the meaning of true love as she looked into Peters eyes and the service began.