Oh no. I think I'm addicted to designing chic lit book covers. This story came to me during a drive by the renowned SS2 bridal street. Didn't turn out the way I expected it to, though. See what you guys make out of it. Credits to Wen Cheng for helping me touch-up the last part! =)
This story begins with a lovely girl who just turned 28 last month. She's attractive, smart, chic - and she's picking a wedding dress!
"How about satin white? You can't go wrong with that." Wanda the shop assistant beamed at her.
"Really? You think so?"
"Uh huh."
She stroked her cheek for a while, envisioning the ceremony in her mind. Weddings were always so hard to plan for. Sometimes people told her that she was too much of a perfectionist.
But it was a wedding! The sweetest day she had dreamed of since a little girl. It had to be perfect.
The adorable flower girl and ring boy stepping down the aisle.
Will they forget their steps? Will that boy just blank out?
Oh, don't be such a worry wart, you.
The rows of smiling guests, all rising to greet the soon-to-be Mrs. Taylor.
Mrs. Taylor. Oh gosh, what a name.
She couldn't help giggling a little. How inappropriate.
And of course, the blushing bride, gorgeous in her flowing dress, the radiance of every day of her life spent picturing this moment reflected in her eyes. This moment, so simple yet beautiful in execution, the purest of leaps of faith, the most perfect of beginnings and endings.
She would walk up beside the man she chose to belong to. They would recite their vows together, both willing this moment to both be done with and yet somehow last forever. They would then whisper their "I do"s, not sounding quite as articulate as they had always imagined themselves in front of so many. Finally, he would turn to her, lift up her veil, gaze knowingly into her eyes and share with her the first lover's kiss of many to come.
Not a single soul in the hall would be seated. This was, indeed, the story they had all been waiting to see. A story that was starting and finishing right before their eyes.
How lovely, she gushed in her heart.
"Hello? You've been thinking for a long time." Wanda snapped her fingers at her face, concerned.
"Huh? Oh, I..."
"Or perhaps lavender? That's very elegant too."
"No," she shook her head. "White. It has to be white."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay then. Miss Carrie!"
A timid bride-to-be, all 26 years of her, stepped in.
"We think this dress suits you best."
Miss Carrie clasped her hands in joy. "Oh, it's lovely! Thank you so much, Wanda. And thank you too, Ally. You're the best wedding planner ever."
"My pleasure, darling." Ally smiled in return. "Every girl deserves to look unforgettable on her wedding day."
Another happy girl. Wonder when my turn will come.
This story ends with a lovely girl who just turned 28 last month. She's attractive, smart, chic - and still single.
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