I stood at the end of the aisle, feeling horribly self-conscious, and wishing I could just run into the safety of the shadows. But no. Now was not the time to be shy. So I stood tall, adjusted my tuxedo and stared down the aisle, trying to ignore the many eyes that were watching me. I gulped as the music started. Dia appeared in the doorway, looking even more gorgeous than normal, resplendant in a strapless white dress with a train that trailed on the ground. She wore a veil that covered her face and hung down her back. Her hair was in a pretty, braided up do, intertwined with pearls and strips of white ribbon. King held her arm, beaming and looking just as a proud father should on his daughter's wedding day.
Before I knew it, he was taking Dia's hand and placing it in my own. Smiling up at me, Dia squeezed my hand. Slowly, I lifted the veil off her face, turning toward her as the priest began speaking. As he droned on and on, all I could do was stare into Dia's eyes, lost with the thought that she would be mine forever. I hardly heard the ceremony, and when the time came, Dia had to nudge me:
"I-I do." I said loudly.
"And do you, Dia, take Ace to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked in a solemn voice.
"I do." Dia choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Then I declare you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" The priest announced. I hardly heard the cheers and the woops that followed. All I heard were my own thoughts as I leant down and kissed Dia, her arms twining about my kneck, my own around her waist.
Then we were leaving the church, and everyone was throwing confetti.
"To Mr. and Mrs. Royal!" Joker cried loudly.
I stared into Dia's eyes.
After all this time, we finally had our happy ending...