Aria Blythe is blind and has been since an accident in her childhood. Aria is the twin sister of Gilbert Blythe and when he left to travel, she stayed behind to stay with the Cuthberts. Aria grows close to Anne as she stays with them and even goes t...
I stood in the middle of my room, swaying to myself. I had my wedding dress on. It was a beautiful dress according to Marilla and Anne. It was apparently a cream color and had some styled stitching on it. The skirt was longer in the back and I was loving the feeling of it on me.
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There was a small creak in the floor and a light knock on the door. "Aria, are you ready for your hair to be done now?"
I nodded. "Yes, of course. Come on in, Marilla. Is Anne nearby?"
"She'll be coming in soon," Marilla answered. "She's really excited to see your dress. She can't stop talking about it."
"I can't stop feeling great!" I exclaimed, sitting down in my desk chair. "It feels so beautiful!"
Marilla started combing her fingers through my hair. "It looks even better. Are you excited for today?"
I smiled. "Yes, ecstatic. I've been planning this for an entire month. I can't wait one more second."
Marilla squeezed my shoulder. "It's a good thing it starts soon."
"Yes, indeed."
Marilla finished my hair and helped me to my feet, squeezing my hand momentarily before leading my downstairs. Anne met us at the top, gasping loudly.
"Oh, Aria!" Anne gasped. "You are beautiful! You look like a princess out of a fairytale!"
I grinned. "I know. Is everything ready for me to come down?"
A pause. "Yes, it is. Gilbert is waiting to take us to the field where everyone else is. Which means we should probably leave now."
Anne didn't even allow me to answer before pulling me down the stairs, Marilla following. I stumbled out the door with her, Gilbert following with laughter escaping all of our lips. We all clambered into the carriage, Gilbert and I sitting in the front seat. I waited patiently with my hands in my lap, a smile on my face as the summer breeze blew past. The other three innocently chattered as we moved down the road, nearing our destination quickly. We arrived in no time and I was helped out of the carriage by Gilbert and Anne.
Gilbert tucked my arm into his. "Are you ready, big sis?"
I could imagine the stupid grin on his face. "Yes, I am, little bro. Is everything set up correctly?"
"Yes, it is," Gilbert replied. "Bash is waiting at the altar with the priest and everyone is sitting in their spots. Everyone is here and it's all for you."
I smiled. "Then let's go. I can't wait any longer."
We started down the aisle, the noise quieting down as we walked. I smiled bashfully, looking down as Gilbert pulled me along. He gave me over to the love of my life, our hands joining. His hands were soft and warm to the touch.
The ceremony began and I could barely keep a smile off of my face. I was sure Bash couldn't either. We exchanged vows, my heart beating rapidly.
"Sebastian Lacroix, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked.
