The wedding came far sooner than they expected.

Everything fell into place exactly as the couple had wanted – small, at his grandfather’s lake house and surrounded by their closest family members.

Hyerin was elated, but something still left her shaking in pure white gown.

“Hold still” her mother cooed, hands working at the ribbon to tie her daughter into the dress “You look so beautiful”

“Thank you” she breathed in response, letting out the big breath she hadn’t realized that she held.

The mirror in front of her captured every fine curve of white fabric hugging the tops of her hips, then rippling out in gentle ruffles to the floor. She insisted on minimal make up for the day – a decision to look as natural as possible, since she wanted to recognize the woman marrying her beloved.

Her sister, clad in blue, passed a bouquet of ivory roses to her as her mother stood behind her, now fitting her veil into her hair.

Jaehyung’s father popped in, his head followed by the rest of his body, and smiled at the scene before him “We looked just about ready”

Hyerin’s sister nodded with a bright grin “For food!”

The room erupted in laughter, calming Hyerin’s nerves for a brief moment as Jaehyung’s father handed her a note and a red velvet box. His eyes twinkled knowingly, and the bride took it with a gentle hand.

“From your husband to be” he nodded “He asked me not to peek”

Hyerin found herself smiling as the unfolded paper “But you did anyway, of course”
Jaehyung’s father laughed loudly – a full bass sound that always pleased Hyerin, not quite the same effect as Jaehyung’s laugh but it still made her smile.
He would be her family.

The note, accompanied by earrings, as her mother opened the box and put them into the bride’s ears as she read, was penned in Jaehyung’s fancy cursive and smelled like his cologne.

Princess –

No, I actually think I should call you my queen now, don’t you think? And we’ll live in a tiny castle together – it’ll be cozy and elegant and you’ll just love it. I know already.

I also know that you’re probably nervous right now, silly girl. Remember; it’s only me, waiting for you and the rest of our lives together. Tell me those two words (You know what they are) and I’m forever yours.

I love you, Mrs. Park Hyerin.

Her heart raced still, though the words in the notes repeated themselves in his voice to her – it’s only me – as she stood behind the door leading to the rose petal aisle, to her husband to be.

Jaehyung, she reminded herself. Just Jaehyung, her Jaehyung.

Along with that, though, laid her future, waiting for her.

Soft music reached her ears as the bridal march began. The door opened in front of her. Sunlight reached her face, but didn’t blind her. Instead, the orange light seemed to create a path for her, shining right unto...

Jaehyung 

Clad in the dark suit with his hair styled neatly (obviously done by his mother), her fiancé’s smile was what captured her. His eyes nearly disappeared and his lips curled up, a bright expression beckoning her to him.

Taking the steps felt like a dream. The priest’s words felt like a dream. Everything before her felt like a dream, even the man tightly held her hands, still smiling brightly.

That is, until, he leaned slightly forward and uttered the words “I do”