[ WP ] at wedding of the woman you love , and you 're the best man .

Slowly, she put each foot in front of the other like a delicate ballerina in an overflowing white dress covered in gleaming sequins- like her bright eyes. Her whole world is a stage, and I knew it. We had grown up together, fought, cried, and shared a large part of our lives together. 
 
 Beautiful- she always made people laugh and forget their troubles. I stood in the line of other important men in her and her soon-husband's life, proud to be standing there, sad that she was leaving me. The music stopped and she had reached the front of the aisle, holding hands and saying her vows to the man I had treasured and approved of. 
 
 I smiled- my sister's gaze flitted to me and smiled back with gleaming jewels falling from her eyes. *Congratulations. *
