Everything is such a blur as my mother is rushed off to her seat. There seems to be people darting back and forth and my head seems to be in a spinning, making it increasingly harder to think straight. The woman who has guided us to the wedding area leads me to a quiet section of the field beneath a large oak tree, from where I could see all the many people coming and going. Most of whom were heading to their seats within the makeshift service area. Not one familiar face has passed me, until my father comes to meet me.
He joins me as I stand, our eyes dart between one another, and the area where I would soon be walking. I can see the aisle from where we stand. All set up, and beautifully decorated. From what I can see, no expense has been spared. My father smiles tentatively as his eyes
