The church looked magnificent. Flowers in pink and white everywhere, satin and chiffon on the altar, the stained glass figures painting everyone in eerily pretty shades of blue, gold and green. The guests couldn’t stop whispering to each other about how handsome the groom looked as he stood in front of them, dressed in a sharp grey suit, sporting a defiant four o clock stubble, his eyes shining even brighter than they usually do. The bridesmaids blushed and giggled.
His eyes. They were all she could see. They were all that she needed ever since she fell in love with him four years ago. Her face flushed deep red as he caught her admiring gaze. Their eyes locked – as they had so many times before today. Like always, she smiled and didn’t look away.
He smiled back at that pretty girl in the white dress, the girl with the sad eyes who had fallen in love with him four years ago. As they held each other’s gaze, their eyes spoke for them, just as always – how much she loved him, how she always would, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, how he would never lose that spark in his eyes when he looked at her, how he would always make her heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, the guests stood up, the priest smiled benevolently and the band began to play the wedding march. Their gaze broke as he turned away from her to look towards the church door.
His beautiful bride was walking down the aisle to claim him.