47-The Wedding

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The wedding wasn't that bad at all, actually, even though I thought it might have been so.

There were well-dressed people, colourful balloons, paellas, tortillas, cakes, tarts, wines, toasts, a couple of broken glasses and two cousins that stopped speaking to each other forever.

I checked out the young man seated by my side.

His blue suit looked quite good on him, as a matter of fact. He was wearing a white shirt and a light blue tie.

Harmonious.

He was just sitting there quietly.

A fly was taking a walk on his fingers that rested peacefully on a white tablecloth.

I reached out to swat it.

I was surprised by my own hand, imprisoned in a white satin glove.

I leaned towards my neighbour and whispered into his ear:

"Hey, I'm a bride."

"And I, the groom." The young man in the blue suit smiled at me.

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A/N: Theme song: "Frank & Nancy Sinatra: Something Stupid."

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