It was a fine day. I was really excited. I never felt this excitement before. I was in a room. Everyone is busy preparing for the big day. I was glaring at my wedding dress examining it meticulously. It was a flowing piece of garment with a lot of lace on it. Very elegant. I love it but somewhere in me is a bit disappointed for I know this is not the wedding dress that I have always wanted. Ever since, I wanted a tube bubble dress for my wedding with a huge ribbon at the back. I should also be wearing gloves and my hair should be pulled up in a bun. Nothing grand really, just that. I think it’s cute and very feminine. But the wedding dress presented before me is somewhat the opposite of what I really wanted. It was elegant and classy.

Going back to the room, I get to talk to one of the relatives of my groom. She’s wishing me luck for the big day and for the baby on the way (apparently, I was pregnant already). She’s very sweet. I like her.
I caressed my stomach. Although I can tell there’s no bump yet, I can feel there’s a life forming inside me. I was thrilled to start a new chapter of my life with him.
Then I could remember being in the church with my groom. He looks very handsome in his suit. “But isn’t he supposed to be wearing a barong?” I asked myself but nevermind, I’m happy and in love. They’re all that matter.. and then I snapped out of my dream with details of it planted vividly in my reverie..