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Olivia's POV

Olivia's Wedding Outfit
"Are you ready, sweetie?" my mom asked me as she adjusted the fake rose that was pinned to her blue blouse. I examined myself in the mirror again and, again, was satisfied with what I saw. My hair and makeup looked perfect, thanks to my aunt Pat, and my dress and flowers were practically heaven sent and made me all jumpy inside. I gave the mirror a bright smile before turning to my mother.

"I'm ready," I smiled a small nod. She gave me a smile, offering her hand to me. I reached out and accepting it, smiling at her as I stepped off the stool, where I had been standing. I stepped down on my heels and sighed, puffing my dress a bit more. I hear the door and open and shut, and looked up, seeing my father approaching me with a small smile on his lips.

"You look beautiful, baby girl," my dad complimented, looking me over. I gave him a smile.

"Thanks, daddy." I replied, playing with the dress.

"I just your brother was here to share this day with us," My mother calmly said.

"Don't get the girl crying, Cindy," My dad sighed, looking down at his shoes. I gave my mom a half hearted smile as she rubbed my back, kissed my father's cheek and walked out.

"Are you ready, darling?" my dad asked when we approached the doors, the doors leading to the rest of my life.

I hooped my arm with his, then nodded, "Yeah, I-I'm ready."

"I love you, Olivia." my dad smiled.

I smiled back, "I love you, too, daddy." then the doors opened and the song began. I took a deep breath as my father and I began our way down the aisle. Marcel stood, looking so very handsome. He gave me a bright, but nervous smile. I returned the favor as we passed my mom, who reached out and gently stroked my arm. I peered down at her and smiled through my veil, feeling small tears budding in my eyes.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" the pastor announced.

"Her mother and I do," my father smiled, still looking at me. I bent down and kissed his cheek, thanking him and reaching for Marcel's outstretched hand. Marcel pulled me up on the small, velvet platform and I turned to my maid of honor, Eleanor, and handed me my flowers. She took them and I turned to Marcel, getting sweet smiles from his grooms men. Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall, all looking wonderful.

"You may be seated," the pastor announced again and everyone took a seat, then the ceremony began. It was a beautiful ceremony, full of emotions, love, perfect vows and small laughs along the way. Marcel was shaking like crazy as he slipped the ring on my finger.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride," the pastor smiled at Marcel.

Marcel turned to me, smiling and flipping my veil out of my face. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I replied as our lips connected for the first time as Husband and Wife.







And 10 months later, we were graced with Kellyn Grace Styles. <3

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