Monica wore a beautiful dress of the same hue as her soon to be husband, a purple color. With beautiful sparkling golden flaked and perfect ruffles at the ankles of the wide dress, flowing into a beautiful waistline and chest fabric. The neckline was generous but not to promiscuous, just enough to invoke thoughts of Monica's beauty. She wore no makeup, nothing to cloud her face, not that she needed any anyways. Her hair was curled and beautiful, the cascading golden locks behind her ears. She wore a necklace of beautiful gemstones and diamond earrings to match. The shoes were a girls dream, beautiful high heels, matching the color of the dress, raised but not to raised as to be odd appearing. Monica looks at her dad, the same tears in her eyes as well. "Thank you daddy..." She hugs her father tightly, like it was the last time she'd see him ever.