the sun creates dew drops dancing in the sunlight. she tall grass creates a rhythmic beat and people hustle about, setting up tents and dressing tables.
in the small house with the peeling paint, Tris stands at the window, her hair pinned up in an elaborate bun. a smile creeps across her face and she turns around and walks into the adjoining room, a spring in her step.
a cream gown is strewn across the bed: a lace flower bodice and a plain skirt.
slipping it on, she goes back to the window. scanning the horizon she spots the person she is looking for. Tobias.
she runs out of the house and into his arms. he spins her around Tris giggles, a noise foreign to her.
"I thought it was bad luck to see me before the wedding," she laughs, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"I think we can make an exception," Tobias grabs her hand and spins Tris around.
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a beaming Tris walks down the white rose covered isle, her face beaming. Tobias stood at the other end, looking proud.
"do you, Tris Prior, take Tobias Eaton as you lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," Tris stares lovingly into Tobias's eyes.
"and do you, Tobias Eaton, take Tris Prior as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," Tobias whispers into his empty room, quickly rising from his dream.
