it wasn't exactly a ceremony

papers were signed, stuffs exchanged and i was in a beautiful ground sweeping dress, but no, i don't think it's a ceremony in your sense. witness were our parents, who i'm really glad warmed up to each other quickly. yes they have seen each other a few times before but not like yesterday.

to start off, the day was really nice. air was cool, sun was shining, and this sort of warm spring feeling just filled the whole house. definitely not unusual in this part of nz but since it was such a big day it was worth paying more attention to it.

it was one of those special days that a teen did not need much help waking up at seven, especially since even Hemmingway once wrote that teens sleep late and hard. otherwise, the rest was all routine. showered, brushed my teeth, had delicious homemade breakfast. nothin' else beats scrambed eggs on toast and homemade maple syrup on piping hot pancakes.

then i was dressed by the maids. a charming beige dress with a plunging v-neck. it wasn't skimpy as those you would see on final fantasy or dead or alive that made you look cheep and like a whore. this dress made me look simple elegant. thanks to the perfectly embedded crystals. it's price tag was huge. like 3 weeks of walking around and the pain of picking one out from it's dozen beautiful counterparts.

in anycase, i was waiting by the bay window in the early morning sun with my hair made up in a neat french twist. and i was waiting and dreaming. dreaming about the days to come, the kind of house we would live in and unfortunately i also dreamt realistically. for example the kind of girls he are currently dating and the fear that he'll still go back to them. but before i knew it, there he was, standing at the door in a three piece satin black suit with his parents behind.