"I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace." There's the silence, there's my last chance. I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me. Horrified looks from everyone in the room. But I'm only looking at you. I am not the kind of girl, Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."All Rights Reserved