Rita's POV

I'm quiet as I look up at the ceiling, the make up artist performing the finishing touches of her magic on my face. My fingers are wriggling together, the only outward sign of how nervous I am inside right now. My face is poised to appear unaffected which is strange for a bride on her wedding day but if it weren't so I would probably be freaking out or crying.

Just the thought of the hundreds of people out there, more coming, to witness this significant day of my life is enough to have me very close to freaking out. But I try to keep my cool. I try to imagine that Cameron is beside me, holding my hand. That thought makes me calm down just a bit.

"I'm done." The make up artist informs me with a grin before turning my chair around for me to look in the mirror. I let out a small gasp at my appearance unable to believe that it's is me in the mirror.

I look up at her and she looks pleased with herself at my reaction as she should be. "Thank you so much. This is amazing."

"Only the best for the bride on her day." She says with a shrug before she begins packing up.

I can hear the photographer clicking away on the other end of the suite but I try to pay him no mind. Temi walks in and hands me a bottle of water and a straw before we exchange a look in the mirror. She gives me a large grin before laying her hand on my shoulder. "You look stunning."

I lay my hand atop hers. "Thank you very much."

Then, we take a couple of more pictures before finally my former roommate, Carla, who had flown all the way here for the occasion along with Ash, walks in.

"It's time to get into your dress, babe." She informs me before leaving.

I let out a deep breathe as I stand up from the chair and go to the other room in the suite. I take off the white robe I had on that had the word Bride written at the back of it in cursive silver letters. I'm in a white lace lingerie set as I am helped into the beautiful white dress.

Temi, Carla and Ash help me with the dress as they are my bridesmaids, plus my sister and my cousin, Amina. They were both currently running an errand with my mom.

Once in the dress, I can't help but admire myself in the mirror.

"Wow." I hear Rachel say from the door.

"You look so gorgeous." Amina squeals before walking up to me. She was obviously unable to contain her excitement. "This is it."

"This is it." I repeat, my eyes moistening. It takes all of my willpower to not cry, as I had promised myself I wouldn't.

My mom walks in and the girls excuse themselves to give us some space.

Mom looks like she about to cry as she takes me in for a minute. "Mom, please don't cry. If you cry, then I'll cry and I don't want to spoil my make up." I sniff.

She quickly wipes her eyes. "I'm sorry. No crying, okay?"

I nod at that.

"I'm so proud of you." She says as she pulls me into a quick hug.

"I'm so nervous." I confess finally once we separate. "What if I trip over my dress or something happens?"

She looks amused that that is what I am worried about but I have never been good with being the center of attention and I don't think I ever will be.

"That's normal, I guess. But just remember that at the end of that aisle, at the end of that seemingly long and scary walk, is the man that makes it all worth it. The man that would soon be your husband. View that aisle as a bridge between the both of you, just that you're not running to him, you're walking slowly." She says ending with a smile.

I sigh lowly, letting her words sink in before nodding my head. "Okay, I think I can do this."

"Good." I hear from the door. I look up to see Temi. "Because it's time."

As we pause at the wide open doors of the massive church, I hear the wedding march begin playing and see everyone stand up. With my hand tucked into my father's arm, we begin the long walk and I remember my mother's words. View the aisle as a bridge between the both of you.

So with my eyes firmly on the man at the end of the aisle, I begin walking slowly. The closer I get, the better I can see the moisture gleaming in his eyes.

Cameron is it for me and a large part of me cannot believe that we lasted this long. This man that I had considered way out of my league when I was just 17 years old was the man waiting for me at the end of this aisle. This man that I had many sleepless nights for just because I wanted to stay up to talk to him, preferring to hear his voice than to sleep. This man that has indicted in me countless unfathomable feelings, most of which I cannot pinpoint. This man that I considered perfect in all of his imperfections.

When the pastor asked the traditional question of whether I take him as my wedded husband, I had no doubt in my heart when I replied, "I do."

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Hmm. All seems well.

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