Her bridesmaids walked in before her, and she clutched the bouquet of pink, white, and red roses in her paws, using them to keep her paws from shaking too badly. She really wasnât even paying attention to the music, just trying to stay upright. In her nervousness, her mind went over everything that could possibly go wrong. If she fell in the aisle, fainted, missed when she was supposed to kiss him, everything was torturing her. When the brideâs march played and the people inside stood, the doors opened wide, allowing her to walk through to meet her groom. Her eyes were fixed on Midnightâs, and she completely forgot all of her worries. She walked down and smiled, her veil covering her face. It was all she could do to not break down and cry from the happiness and excitement. Desiree made it to Midnightâs side without incident, and she took his paws happily.