White was everywhere to be seen, on the flowers hanging from the church benches, on the drapes by the windows, but most of all, on her dress. Siv looked at her reflection in the mirror, white satin against her lightly tanned skin, white lace on her fiery red hair. She sighed, she should be happy, but she was having too many doubts. Her mother accommodated her veil and kissed her cheek "You look radiant" she said. Siv's father took her by the arm and gently walked her towards the altar. Mayrbek was waiting for her, tall, dark, handsome, always handsome, his black eyes shinning with emotion. However, Siv kept glancing towards the other side, avoiding his stare. The ceremony was going as planned, her feeling of uneasiness growing as the moment approached. Finally, the priest asked Siv whether she wanted to marry Mayrbek.
Silence fell in the church at her response. No, she had said no. Siv tore off the veil and turned around, facing the expectant congregation. She couldn't marry Mayrbek, she explained, not because she didn't love him, she said, but because she loved someone else more. Having said that she walked towards the bridesmaids and took blond Dakota by the hand. Without another word they both ran out of the church, leaving everyone paralyzed. Siv had been on the verge of loving the love of her life forever, and nothing would be able to stop her.
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