She walks in the room and for some reason you want to salute her. She’s never been in the military but the very essence of her being commands respect and acknowledgement.
Is she tall? I’d say she average height unless you are from Munchkinland.
What makes her special? It was the way she held her head. Have you seen a queen walk into a room? Well, it was more relaxed than that but with the same amount of grace. If you watched carefully you could see her eyes quickly scan the room. Unlike most of us she wasn’t looking for a familiar face she was looking for the unfamiliar. She was looking for the one or two anxious eyes that wanted to receive that slight smile and almost unnoticeable nod. If you blinked you would miss the one second exchange.
She always made sure to outshine her clothes. Her dress was lovely but not gorgeous. Nobody wanted to know the designer or know where she purchased the gown. There wasn’t a chance of this one selling out or the retailers’ website crashing. Oh but the shoes, those would become the talk of the evening by every woman present.
I’d like to say she glideded in as though she was riding a wave but that’s not elegant or common enough. As the music began she walked down the isle alone. She wasn’t in a rush. She knew she had the rest of her life to spending looking in his eyes and holding his hands. Instead she took the time to enjoy her last moments of being single.
I have to admit I didn’t know where I was going with my character until the last paragraph. I decided not to focus on her features but allow the reader’s mind to create them according to their imagination. Day 6? I’ve lost count. What are you thoughts on the revelation that she is a bride?