Bill Kaulitz

You stood in front of the floor mirror while the maid tightened your corset. The white lily-colored fabric flowed all the way to the top, like a train, behind you.

There was a knock at the door, and Tom, your groom's older brother, entered the room. You immediately turned around.

"Are you ready?" — Kaulitz asked dryly. — "Everyone is already waiting."

"Yes, almost." — Your soft voice spread throughout the room.

He did not rush you, waiting patiently behind the door. You appeared a few minutes later, perfect, like a living doll, in this wedding dress. Kaulitz offered his elbow, and you immediately grabbed it.

"Are you nervous?" — Tom decided to ask, his voice echoing off the walls of the long corridor leading to the most important room in this mansion.

"A little scared." — You shook your head nervously. — "It's not every day you get married."

The massive doors finally opened, revealing a high-ceilinged hall with moldings on the walls and ceiling, and fresh flowers everywhere. A red carpet stretched from the door to the altar, where Bill was already waiting for you with the pastor. Hundreds of guests watched your every step as the older twin walked you down the aisle.

Tom gently pulled away, handing your hand to his brother.

"You look beautiful." — Bill whispered softly, looking at you with all the love and tenderness he had for you. You only blushed.

The elderly priest began to read the vows, blessing you and Bill. He turned to the groom, and Kaulitz firmly answered "yes." The man looked at you.

"Are you willing to love for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, until death do you part?"