Holy matrimony

All nervousness fled angelina as she saw the man standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at her.

The man who would soon be her husband, Sylvester. His face brightened as their eyes met.

Her breath was stolen from her as she walked towards Sylvester. She couldn’t remember the walk. All she could see and feel were his eyes on her. His greyish steel-colored eyes stared at her intensely, following her every step, her every movement.

His black suit was similar to what he always wore, except for the golden tie. His hair was sleek on his head, but he didn’t shave. She told him not to. He looked so much better with a few days of stubble. His eyes stayed on hers as she made her way to him…her husband.

Her heart drummed in her chest, so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Her hands grew clammy, and she held her bouquet tighter.

She breathed through her nose, trying to act normal when all she wanted to do was run to him and jump in his arms.

She quickened her pace just a little. She he