The early April chill danced around the cherry blossom trees, causing petals to fall lightly on the dry crisp ground. The usual morning sounds of people making breakfast, hurrying off to work and screaming children were also present in the air of Osaka Avenue. All the houses were exceptionally busy, but one house was far more hectic. House number eight was usually quite relaxed. It belonged to Oliver and soon-to-be Maia Winston.

 

It was the morning of their wedding day and so far everything was running smoothly. Following tradition, Oliver was in a separate location to Maia, but this didn’t stop him being there mentally. Absolutely everywhere post-it notes and scrap pieces of pink paper read personal messages. On the gold framed mirror, a note read;

You needn’t  care about your hair…

“’Cause you look beautiful all of the time.” Maia sang with a smile. She barely left her bedroom as she got ready, as the light blue surroundings calmed her nerves.

 The hours seemed to fly as Maia and her bridesmaids got ready. Make up bags and cans of hairspray where flying in every direction. Everyone but the bride seemed about to explode with sheer stress. Maia stood alone, pulling her dress over her head. She let it fall down her delicate body and pulled her hair out of her face so she could admire her appearance. The dress was amazingly light, and the colour of empty clouds. It was soft to the touch. Every edge of the dress has light lace surrounding it. A ribbon was undone and hanging loose on her back.

 “Mai, can I come in?” Emily knocked gently on the door.

“Yeah, I need you actually.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?!” Emily came bursting into the room, expecting to see a mess. Instead, she saw her stunning best friend, still looking rather stunning. They both laughed then squealed in excitement.

“Could you..” Maia gestured towards the ribbon.

After a few more extras, including earrings, shoes and tiara, Maia was ready. She was about to become the most luckiest girl in the world, she thought. Oliver was a successful chef, and owned his very own restaurant; La Food. He had first met Maia at La Food, when she complained about the soup. She remembered bursting into the kitchen and demanding to see the chef. When a tall ginger man with bright emerald eyes emerged from behind the counter, the complaint has escaped her mind. After chatting for a brief moment and a dinner date was set, Oliver rushed off to finish one of his famous apple pies. Less than two years later, there they were. About the commit themselves to each other forever. The bridal party piled into the white limo that was soon bursting with girly giggles. Maia’s dark hair rested gently on her shoulders. Her oriental skin was completely flawless, and he deep brown eyes were accompanied with silver glitter. The limo started up, and so did the singing. This was going to be the most amazing day of her life. Not long now.

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Oliver’s ginger hair was tufting off into multiple directions as he tightened his bowtie. He winked at himself in the mirror, then hopped off to the bathroom to fix the fluffy mess atop his head. After numerous amounts of moose and gel, he looked almost human. He was ready, and the wedding wasn’t for another two hours. He jogged down ...

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