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The music from the organ echoed deeply throughout the room. I was standing behind the pastor and the groom, avoiding the curious stares from guests. So what if I wanted to be the photographer instead of a bridesmaid? It'd look good on my resume.

The chapel's doors swung open, yanking me out of my own head and into the present. Gracefully, my beautiful sister walked down the aisle with our father at her side. I snapped photo after photo; this was one of my favorite parts. My camera captured each and every facial expression of the guests, but more importantly of the groom's. I sneakily moved around the pastor and took a photo of the groom's face; it was a look of pure love and adoration. 

Even though I knew I should be excited, it made my heart sink; I didn't have anyone who was that devoted to me and my life. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such selfish thoughts on my sister's wedding day, and quickly snapped some more photos of the groom and bride.  Becca was walking up the steps: I took a picture. She gently takes a hold of her groom's hands: another picture. Oh, she would love me for these.

"Auden Cabe Toulson, do you take Rebecca Leann Markson to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?" The pastor asked.

"I do," replied Auden. I took a picture. Snap!

The pastor repeated himself to Becca.

"I do," Becca whispered happily. Snap!

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the pastor exclaims, smiling, "You may now kiss the bride!" 

By now I already have hundreds of shots, but this is the most important of all. I snap one last photo of the newly-wed couple kissing with their loving families smiling and clapping behind them. It was the most beautiful picture I had ever taken. Becca pulled away from Auden, looked at me, and gave me the most grateful and happy smile I'd ever seen on her face. I lowered my camera, smiled back, and then all I saw was darkness.

The End

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