Beads of moisture formed on his hot, furrowed brow. Suffocating in his dress whites, a smile attempted to form on his worried face. His stomach reminded him of last night’s agonizing conversation. What if she does what she said she would do? Sunlight glinted off a great silver sword hung at his side. Prepared to protect. Or prepared to turn on himself before the gathered astonished faces? As his green eyes searched the back of the great hall, finally a great wave of relief washed over him.
There, dazzling white at the top of the church, she stood. A faint smile peeked from behind a lacy veil. Her liquid chocolate eyes gazed steadily through the veil, softly admiring the handsome officer. For the last time, she pondered last night's fear. No confusion remained. She now knew this was the best decision she ever made. Linking her white clad arm into the black tuxedoed, crooked elbow of Father, she stepped forward with confidence at the first beat of Pachel Bel’s Canon.
What God has joined together let no man put asunder.
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4 comments:
Nice bit of writing.
was this in reference to y'alls wedding? nice :-) glad you guys got married otherwise i wouldn't have existed :-) <3
You painted the picture well.
you guessed it, Bec....The world would not have been as bright w/ out you and your sisters, to be sure:)
thx Mike & AJM:)
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