You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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THANK YOU GOD FOR GIVING ME THE DAY I ALWAYS DREAMED OF, I thought as I walked around the cabin in my red bra and matching panties. The shower was running. Bryce had decided on a quickie before the guests came bumbling onto the yacht. Yes, I said, yacht. Sincere had a 30-foot, 25 cabin yacht. The yacht was the location for the reception. It was already out on the sea. The guests from the wedding who were to attend had to be brought here by speed-boats. We expected at least 200 of the wedding guests to attend the reception. There was a ballroom on the yacht. Can you believe that? There were red and white roses everyone, along with red and white balloons. White candles were lit all over the yacht. I sat down on the bed and lotioned my legs. Bryce had peeled me out of my wedding gown and now, I was going to wear my reception gown. I walked over to the life-size mirror where it was hanging and took it down. I had the ring. I had the man. Now, it was time to party!
TAYLOR
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"Well, everyone, I am Romeo Wilson, Bryce's best man and best friend," Romeo introduced himself as he smiled.
"And, I am Alicia Miller, Michelle's matron of honor and best friend," Alicia introduced herself, as she smiled at the guests.
"We are both standing here with the utmost pleasure of introducing--"
"Mr. Bryce and Michelle Foster-Carter," Alicia screamed, as everyone stood to their feet applauding.
This time I stood to my feet. There wasn't any reason to dwell on what could have been now. What was done, was done. Aarik rubbed my back, as I clapped along with the other guests. The double doors to the ballroom opened and they entered. Bryce was still wearing the same tuxedo. But, Michelle had apparently changed into another wedding gown. I assumed this was because the other was the centerpiece and this was a get down and dirty gown. It was still beautiful, classy and elegant. The gown was white, of course. It was strapless with a ruffled bodice, that led down to a slinky bottom. Instead of the train being in the back, it was pinned to the side, like a shawl. Michelle's hair was now up in a bun with one curl hanging. She was glowing. I could tell that she and Bryce had already consummated their marriage before the guests began filing in.
