WA 5 draft 2

Lucy, the bride, was getting her veil adjusted by her sister and maid of honor, Morgan. Her dress was pure white and very shiny, with long sleeves that flared out at the ends and a gauzy train with hydrangeas and yellow roses. It was a bit uncomfortable, but Lucy kept reminding herself, It's only one day. It's only one day. 

Finally Morgan was done toying with the veil and stood back to admire her sister in all her shiny white glory. "You look beautiful, Lucy."

Lucy shyly examined her reflection in the mirror. "I'm so glad Aunt Tiffany let me have this dress. It's so... elegant."

"Well, it's almost time," announced Morgan, checking her pilot watch, which she had cleverly concealed under the sleeve of her dark red, floor-length gown. 

"Aunt Lucy?"

Lucy glanced down at her flower girl, also known as her niece, nine-year-old Lizzy. She was wearing a pale pink dress with those puffy sleeves that itched like crazy. She clutching a basket of rose petals in her chubby fist. Her normally sweet little face was set into a petulant pout.

"Percy's here and he won't go away!"

"Percy..." Lucy planted her fists on her hips and glared at said ring boy, who was peering up at her hopefully.

"I just wanted to see what you looked like before you get married," he explained.

"You know you're not supposed to see me before I walk down the aisle, young man." 

Percy gave a martyr's sigh. "Everyone's telling me what to do today. Why can't I just...?"

"'Cause Auntie Lucy said so," sniffed Lizzy archly. "Now go away."

Percy sneered at her. "You're just a big tattletale." Lizzy's eyes grew wide with anger. Percy turned and shuffled out of the room. Lizzy ran out after him and suddenly a loud shriek erupted from the church. 

"Oh no," groaned Morgan, hurrying out to them.