"Okay, can we have the bride come with us?" David the photographer says walking to the front of the building.
I follow David to the front of the building. I pick up my dress and start walking down the steps. I stop when I reach David and he turns towards me.
"Okay, I want you to run down the steps slowly so I can get a picture," David says stepping away from me.
I nod my head and do what I was told. I'm in a practice dress so that I don't ruin my real dress for the wedding. I hear the camera click a few times before I stop.
"Perfect! Want to see?" David says holding out the camera.
I nod my head at him and head back up the steps. My hair hits my back when I finish one step. The wind nipping at my neck I pull my elbows together. I look at the picture and smile. My hair is blowing in th
