I walk gracefully down the aisle with my pure white wings extended a bit. My golden blonde hair, in nice waves down my back. My white V-cute dress, then touched the marble floor of the palace. I take my seat on the Throne. Next to my father. And on the other side of my father sat my mother. Who looked like the older version of me. She didn't look a day of 30. But she and my father both came from 18 century. Me, I'm Zendaya. Don't ask me why they named me that. I'm the only child in my family. Since most angels once have one child so all their attention is for the first one. I guess you can just say I'm 18. My father sits there quiet. And the suddenly a servant comes in. "Yes Lord." He bows at my father. I know what most of you guys might be thinking. But my father isn't God. He's a very important Angel. For a long time as a kid. I didn't know how my father always knew what I wanted, without even asking. And then when I was older and my mom told me that my father can read my mind. And that's when I learned how to block him out in my mind. But he can still send his little mind messages. My dad looks at my mother. Then raises off his throne. "Zendaya it's time.." He said without looking at me. I raise with him. He holds his hand out. I take it. Closes my eyes. And our glory together made the whole palace bright like a flash lightning. And then I open my eyes. I'm not in the Palace anymore. I'm literally standing right in front of him... God.