Sand beneath their feet was cool and welcoming, Theo and Mary stood hand in hand at the tranquil beach. It was a public beach but there was no one around since it was Sunday and soon the night would take over the beautiful evening sky.
The sky was a breathtaking canvas, painted in hues of tangerine and lavender. Wishing she could capture it in one of her paintings Mary sighed at the testament to the beauty that surrounded them. “isn’t it beautiful…” she said.
Theo's hand ventured inside his pockets, touching the box that had the rings inside, “it is.” His head was up at sky but his eyes were on his wife, the most beautiful in his eyes.
Mary walked ahead of him, submerging her bare feet in the waves that touched the sand. Dressed in a knee length white flowy dress, her open hair danced
