Lory's POV

Today was my wedding day, and I was marrying the wonderful and glorious Dan Howell. I was so happy and so excited to marry him, and I couldn't wait until the ceremony was over to we could party and then go on our honeymoon. 

After months of preparation and planning, we finally picked a date and began working on the other details, such as the venue, the food, the priest, the dresses and tuxes, and the wedding party. Dan had asked Phil to be his Best Man and Groomsman, and I'd asked my sister Monica to be my bridesmaid and maid of honor. 

My father walked me down the aisle, and Dan met me at the end of the aisle, guiding me up a few steps until we were standing in front of the priest.

*After the long, boring part of the ceremony*

"Do you, Lory, take Daniel to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"And do you, Daniel, take Lory to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"I now pronounce you man and wife. Daniel, you may now kiss your bride," the priest said, and Dan kissed me.

As people clapped, and we left the chapel, Dan was ready to go, so we went to Costa Rica for our honeymoon.