Lucinda didn’t object. She simply sat there quietly, allowing him to do as he pleased with her hair.
With skillful hands, he expertly rolled up her hair, helped her secure her veil, and then placed a sparkling crystal tiara upon her head.
Afterward, he gazed at the beautiful woman through the mirror, his amazement shining through.
“Lucinda, my gorgeous bride! I’ve envisioned this moment for the past ten years. In those years, the only thing I never regretted was falling in love with you.”
Lucinda bent her head and said nothing.
The maid knocked on the door and reminded, “Miss Simmons, the ceremony will begin in fifteen minutes!”
“Understood,” Lucinda replied.
She then stood up to put on her high heels. She had worn slippers on her way here.
“Let me do that for you.”
Kyson pressed his hands on her shoulder and made her sit back on the chair.
He took a delicate shoebox from the rack and opened it, revealing a pair of white flats.
She was amazed.
“When did you prepare these flats? Today is your wedding day. Don’t you always dream of a perfect wedding? Besides, how can a bride not wear high heels?”
Kyson went down on one knee, and devoutly held up the soles of her feet with his palms.
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“This is our wedding, Lucinda. For me, as long as you are the bride, it is perfection itself.”
He helped her slip into the flats and said earnestly, “I read about it last night and discovered that it’s better for pregnant women not to wear high heels as they can be detrimental to the baby. So, late last night, I rushed out to buy these soft shoes for you, but I didn’t have a chance to inform you.”
Lucinda stared at him and had mixed feelings.
If he had fallen for another woman who reciprocated his love, he would have been genuinely happy.
Unfortunately…
Lucinda lowered her eyes dejectedly as she concealed the unexplainable mix of heartache and gratitude in her heart.
The church was abuzz with guests, and the violinist and pianist played cheerful, sacred, and euphonic melodies.
With the music resonating, Kyson walked step by step along the red carpet from the church door, his elation palpable. He then stood beside the priest.
He had never been happier.
The appointed time came, and the melody suddenly shifted.