The wedding day. He watched her as she walked down the aisle towards him. She looked radiantly beautiful in her white gossamer gown. She looked at him and smiled. That enchanting, infectious smile. He wished he could lift her in his arms and carry her away at that very moment. He smiled back. So far, everything had gone according to plan.
For the past two months, they had meticulously planned the wedding. No detail was small enough to be neglected. She was a stickler for detail. One of the many things he loved about her. She had dragged him through a countless number of bridal shops before selecting the gown and he had accompanied her with a smile. The guest lists, the invitations, the cake, the floral arrangements, the limo, the rehearsal - she had intricate plans for each. And he had agreed, never saying a word in protest. It had paid off. So far, everything was perfect.
And now she was near. The minister read the vows but he had zoned out. All his thoughts were focussed on her. And then, almost in a flash, it was over. She was all smiles now. She tossed the bouquet and there was a momentary rush of hands to grab it. The guests swarmed around to offer their congratulations. It was time for the final part of the plan. They wanted to rush off to the honeymoon immediately and the getaway limo was standing ready outside. She winked at him and they were off. Everyone shouted and cheered as they ran towards the exit. Yes, it had been perfect. Just as she wanted.
She and the lucky bloke she had married, were going on a month long cruise of the Bahamas. He, was going back to his apartment in Queens.
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