Time To Move On... Part 8

"Today's the day." I said, in my wedding dress. "Are you nervous?" Tiffany, my best friend since preschool said. "Of course I'm nervous! But I'm also really happy, I mean, Harry and I are getting married. Its the biggest day of my life!" I said, almost shouting. "Well, I knew you'd be. I was nervous at my wedding too. I almost didn't walk down the aisle." Tiffany said, chuckling. Her husband, Ross Lynch (one of my exes) came in and said "Hey babe, we should go and sit down. Sasha, you look great." "Thanks" When they left, my brother, Naveen, came in. "You almost look as good as me!" he said, as obnoxious as usual. "Is that rude and obnoxious brother talk for you look good?" I said. "You look better than me." "Thanks, that was better than before. I guess"  I felt like my heart was beating so fast I couldn't even count to how much it was beating a minute, let alone a second. My wedding dress was pink, and my shoes were death black. I had my hair down and flowing, and it looked like it took 5 hours to do my hair. Then again, it actually took like 7. But, Harry looked better than me. He wore a classic black tux, with a rose (my favorite flower) tucked in his suit. With black and shiny shoes, he smiled when i got up to the steps. After the minister said the words, he put the ring on. It had Mrs. Styles on it and was outlined in black, but colored in pink. The ring I got him was golden and black. It had Mr. Styles on it.