The Wedding In Scotland
I walked the short distance down the road with mum to where my aunty and nana were staying. That was where the hairdresser would be. I carefully opened the sliding door and it squeaked. I saw my nana getting her hair curled with a straightner and then having a hairpiece placed lightly into her hair. Now it was my turn. I asked the hairdresser to straighten my hair and put some clips in for effect. When she was finished I was amazed. It was a great style.
I walked back up to the cottage we were staying at so I could change into my dress. I had spent months shopping for the right dress and had finally found it. It was a soft pink with ruffles at the end. It was a floaty dress and when I spin around it would lift up like a ballerina’s tutu. It was just what I needed to be able to dance the night away.
I slipped into my dress trying so hard to not mess my perfect hair up. I got mum to help me to apply my make-up since it was a special occasion. First mum put a little bit of dusty pink eye shadow on my eyelids and then used a light pink and blended it in to the darker pink. Then she applied a glossy pink lip gloss and I was ready to go!
We were driving to an old church out in the country in a silver station wagon that glistened when the sun light hit the shiny paint. I had butterflies in my stomach as we pulled up outside the church. We had to wait outside for the ushers so they could point us to our seats and give us a booklet so we could sing along with the minister and other people gathered here. They ushered us in and since we were family we were in the second row, mothers and fathers of the bride and groom got the first row.
All of a sudden it went dead quiet and the pianist played “The Wedding March” which meant the bride was about to enter. We all turned our heads to the door that we had come in and slowly the doors opened. In first came all the little flower girls dressed in white dresses with flowers in their hair. Then the moment we had all been waiting for, the bride entered. It was a beautiful wedding gown. She was Scottish so had to include tartan material and it looked great. It was a creamy colour and had red and black tartan on the collar of her small coat draped over her shoulders.
