My Aunts wedding

Stacey Bridges

The 2nd of April it was a day of mayhem to start with; my dad was at the Orocco Pier in south Queensferry making sure everything was perfect for the wedding.

My Auntie Jo had just come back from the hairdressers with her hair straightened and tied up neatly, with long curly strands of hair hanging down at the front. She looked beautiful. Jenny and my mum were putting their bridesmaid dresses on and my sister Brogan and I were putting our flower girl dresses on. The bridesmaid dresses were a pinkish/purple colour and ours was a lavender colour. Jenny was curling Brogans hair then she rolled and twisted mine. We had all crammed into my Grans upstairs flat. While Mark (the groom) was round the corner at his house, with his brother John who was also his best man.

It was about half past one when the black cars with the violet coloured ribbon tied to the front of the car appeared to pick us up. We were all ready except one. My Gran. She was fiddling about with her hair and make up. Couldnt decide what perfume to wear. ... (continues)