A single tear filled her eye as she looked in the mirror and adjusted the veil, holding up the gilt invitations they had chosen together. Lavishly over-curly script filled the ivory card, they knew they had overdone it but they also knew they were meant to be together, so it was the only chance they would get.
"You are cordially invited to the joining of Natalya Plessis and Nicholae Dubrinsky in Holy Matrimony on the 28th September 2006." </i>
Florists bustled in and out of the church, like ants filling the hill with food, shipping in large white lilies to bring light to the barren church. Little islands of hope against the somber drapes hanging on the pews and aisle, small clots of blood red roses seeping into the light.
Soft lips brushed her closed eyelids, trailing down her cheeks to rest on her lips, the gentle caress waking her to the morning summer sun. The smile she opened her eyes to warming her more than the sunlight falling on the bed.