Proxy Bride

What a wonderful day it was for a church wedding: warm but just enough. The early june sun is just perfect for this perfect wedding. A pleasant breeze of the air sways my two-tier veil that covers my crystal head piece. Sweet strains of classical music drifted through the crowd. I look up to the church facade. It was perfectly decorated with lilies and roses. Different kinds of flowers were hanged on the closed door of the church. Balloons and streamers fluttered around the railings and banisters, a festive mixture of pink, light blue and white. I stepped out of the Lincoln that was decked out in ribbons, roses and lilies. A twisted coils of streamer, ready to whisk me and my husband away. The smell of fresh cut flowers filled the air. The opening to the bridal chorus started to play. The door opens and I started to walk down the aisle, wearing an elegant strapless wedding gown with embroidery on my bodice. Expensive rhinestone and pearl beads were sewn on my gown. I looked down on the french rose silk bouquet that I am holding and think how lovely and perfect everything was. A kind wedding every girl can dream of. And my dream wedding too..a perfect wedding indeed! But there is only one problem to this "almost perfect" wedding. It could've been more perfect though if it's really my wedding, but the problem is.. it's not..This is my sister's. I was just a proxy bride. I proxy as a bride on my own sister's wedding. And the man..my husband to be who look gorgeously stunning in a sophisticated black single- breasted satin tuxedo, standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me with a hypnotising smile, wasn't really my fiancee. How's this crazy things even possible to happen?? Ask my crazy twin sister!