She stood there, clad in a white frock, sewn with delicate pearls, which stood out more than they were supposed to. Her gaze fell on him, as he walked with the most handsome gait, a dazzling smile, and a heart that could love.
He walked, until he reached the podium, where the bride was waiting for him. They exchanged their vows with a sincerity that could not be seen but only felt by those two birds, with a desire to make a nest they could call their own. Claps and cheers echoed throughout the audience.
She teared up in peculiarity as a whirl of emotions pumped through her veins. She remembered how they had met.
On that spring day, when they crashed into each other, both ending up with a broken knee. Destiny perhaps played the cupid, secretly though, as she admired him smile at the Christmas cake on his desk.
Cake : made with love, (love) meant to share.
Coincidences increased, and so did the reasons to meet. He stood out, maybe too much. She also didn't know how she still persisted when all the others wavered.
She still doesn't know.
She sighed as she gulped down the glass of wine in a single go, as she saw him kiss his bride. She walked with all courage that she could muster, her feet still wobbling with the after-effect.
After effect of ~Wedding or wine... is for you to decide....
