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.

After shouting at my Gran telling her to hurry up we finally arrived at the Orocco Pier and were lined up in the order to go through the door. First, through the door was the piper playing Highland Cathedral, behind him was Brogan and I, next it was my Auntie Jo and my granddad and then finally my mum and Jenny who were wiping the tears from their eyes.

An hour or so later, after the papers were signed we were taken away in the black cars to Lauriston castle to get our photos taken. We went to the Japanese Garden in Lauriston Castle and had lots of photos taken. Some people got stuck because their heels had sunk in the grass. We had some taken on a wooden bridge next to the small waterfall. There was one photo that was good fun to pose for because usually men would hold the bride up but instead it was the flower girls and the bridesmaids that had to hold the groom off the floor. It was so funny seeing Marks face go bright red like a bowl of cherries.

After the photos we went back to the Orocco Pier and had our meal. Later that evening we had one big party. All the men were singing and stamping their feet to The Proclaimers whilst dancing with younger children. Brogan danced with her cousin who came all the way from England along with Joan, Marks mum. When we didnt feel like dancing we could go out the fire doors, go down to the beach and look at the Forth Bridges lit up like sparkly necklaces when it was dark. It was cool! We danced till our feet were black and blue and till we were out of breath. It was the best wedding.