Yellow.

Come As You Are Part 1.

Sometime into the future, no specific date given but a fine spring day, into the future. Yellow Epilogue- Come As You Are Part 1.

How Long Will I Love You?- Ellie Goulding.

I won't give up- Jason Mraz.

Photograph- Ed Sheeran.

One and Only- Adele.

Angel of Mine- Monica.

By Your Side- Sade Adu

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"Today is not happening if I don't get a peach flavoured iced-tea and nachos with extra cheese, I love you, but understand this is a priority xx."

A wedding in the late days of spring sometimes works out best.

The weather is calm, warm but calm. In the air is an array of aromas and auras. It is sublime, tranquil and serene. The flowers keep blossoming and reflecting in the hands of the warm sun rays. The blue skies are powdery, soft and sometimes faded like art. Children are happy to be out in the fields, parks or just out. Adults have space to breathe and relax without worrying about keeping warm. Getting married on a day like this has to be perfect.

"We ordered for a tray not a bowl." Anne speaks, staring at the caterer with a stern look.

"And the flowers, go there and not there. The bride is very particular, get some water for my groom!" Anne calls out to a young waiter, who is busy adjusting her bow tie a million times and attempting to fix her hair in a ponytail.

"Nana! I'm dressed!" Myra calls out, running down the spiral stairs of the rented guest-house and flashing a bright smile at Anne.

The pearl coloured dress is perfect on her fuller body, landing down her knees and swaying at the edges, with the tutu styled end. There is a thin cream coloured ribbon sewn around the waist of the dress and it is tied into a simple bow. Her hair, now cut into shorter length and a bob style, is secured in its natural curls and adorned with a thin silver butterfly clip. On her feet is a pair of white converse, contrasting the dress but making her comfortable and happy.

"My angel! You look so beautiful!" Anne beams, bending down just a bit to admire her grand-daughter.

"Thank you nana, where is mum? Papa wants to give her something to eat," Myra smiles, staring at the event planners trying to keep everything in place at the garden.

"In the room down there, the bride is getting ready and everyone has to help," Anne giggles, looking up and seeing Harry walk down the stairs with an iced-tea in one hand and a plastic bowl of extremely cheesy nachos in the other.

Not much has changed after a period of time. The crisp white shirt is adorned on his body, neatly buttoned to his collarbone and folded up to his elbows. The finely ironed black trousers is fitted on his long legs, making him match up to the occasion in a perfect way. Today his hair is pulled into a neat bun, allowing little curls stay around the back of his head. He is mumbling something to himself, trying to remember what else he could have forgotten.

"Hey handsome, feeling better now?" Anne asks, standing properly and smiling at him.

"Mum is with the bride, I will get her!" Myra giggles, running off down the hallway.

"Hiiiiiiii mumma...looking so...so pretty," he gushes, not exactly keeping eye contact with her.

"You are not even looking at me, and...take the basket of peonies to the garden please and thank you!" Anne breathes out in the middle of the conversation, rolling her eyes at the workers and sighing.