Close your eyes and imagine this;
You're late for your friend's wedding, and you know it. Several of your other friends who managed to attend texted you repeatedly about your whereabouts, and you replied with, "There's so much traffic!"
You manage to get there only five minutes late and slam through the church doors, only to trip and fall in the corridor.
"Shit!" You shout, the crowd's eyes averting to you. "Sorry..."
The two grooms ran up to you, as they were your best friends, and tried to help you up. "Are you okay?"
You nod, and look at Frank and Gerard. "I think its best if you continue with the vows."
