Author: ThePhantomsRedRose

Author: ThePhantomsRedRose

Disclaimer: It’s Dickens’s

Chapter 7

The February air whirled through the upstairs of the chapel. There was a light snow falling from the clouded skies down to the blanket of pre-existing snow. I got ready in one spire of the small church while Belle got ready in the other. I couldn’t wait to see her, but I knew I mustn’t.

A knock at the door signaled that my best man, Robert Marley, was there. “You can come in Robert,” I said as I adjusted my lapel for a third time before pinning on a red rose. When we were ready I headed downstairs to the chapel. The walls and pews were covered in bouquets of yellow lilies and red roses, Belle’s favorite flowers. The altar was dashed with golden ribbons and cream colored candles. Every thing was perfect for our big day.

Later, I was standing at the front of the church, listening to the beginnings of Wagner’s Bridal Chorus waiting for Belle to approach. There she was standing in all of her beauty. The dress was beautiful in white, with bows that lined the frills of the bustle. She walked in tempo slowly and gracefully until she was finally beside the priest and I.

The rest was a bit of a blur, but it was a very happy blur. Spinning swirling thoughts and pledges of love and beauty filled my vows.

From that moment on I knew we’d be happy forever; that is, until I woke from my dream.