I'm in my gown kissing my dapper groom in his custom-made suit while our mothers cry and our friends cheer.
Then photographer's camera flashes hundreds of times and when he's done, we'll look like models in some glossy magazine -- a couple almost too good to be true.
We'd feast with our loved ones and listen to our personal playlist blaring out of the speakers. After the official celebration, we'd gather with our younger, mostly single, buddies and head out, dressed to the nines, to a sophisticated night spot to toast, dance and party before the sun rose on our first full day as husband and wife.
At least, that's how I envisioned it.
But that's not how it's going to happen it seems.