I have driven through numerous fascinating incidents in my life, but I do not think there is anyone that beats my wedding day. A wedding is a festival that carries enjoyment and pleasure to everyone entangled including the family members and friends. It was a wonderful day, and a cool breeze crinkled in the environment from the west bestowing a cooling effect to the wedding’s invitees as each grabbed a seat on the gazebo walk’s on either side.
Cool elegant melody played in the background, and I could not assume that I was eventually getting married to the love of my life, Steve Jobs. Banners and balloons flickered in enclosed fences with the vibrant red, green, and blue colors glistening throughout the premises. Lines of elegant cars parked on the far side of the venue’s left and the overhead daylight made them twinkle.
I grabbed tightly to my father’s hand as we slowly headed towards where the groom and the entire audience were waiting. Steven was standing on the gazebo and the bishop who was to solemnize the marriage ceremony.
As I deliberately walked towards him, I could not help but smile widely at my soon-to-be spouse. He was looking attractive in a black suit, and I was completely blown away after seeing him. I wore a white wedding gown that was strapless, and it was beautifully decorated with embroidery. The dress was also sewn with gem beads and rhinestones with a golden veil with a matching headpiece. In my hand was the silk flower bouquet of French roses.
As we entered the last step of the walk, my father who had been holding my hand at that time and said, “You will always be my small sweet girl and my affection for you will keep thriving each day.” This nearly made eyes teared, and I hugged him and walked onto the gazebo. Steven gave me a comforting smile and murmured to me about how gorgeous I looked. I blushed and cheered him too. The bishop took the microphone and the ceremony officially began. He giggled at the audience as he put together the opening comments and cheered everyone's body to the ceremony.
The bishop completed the opening prayer and all this period I could not wait to say “I do.” My little nine-year-old cousin Johnnie who was carrying the rings came over and presented them to Steve. After the bishop call As Steve was going to put the ring on my finger the ring vanished 😦
And I fell off my bed, and it was 2:30 am on the clock, and there was a dark room there was no one no music no flowers...yes that was a dream... But I am confused about Why I was going to marry Steven and who was Johnnie 😤 You know Steven Job if no just visit the link
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