Tiffany
"...by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest says, and I shift to accommodate the weightless feeling of total surrender. And I'm a jerk. I've been giving him the cold shoulder for weeks now but we are meant to kiss in this small hall. We could have had the wedding at the garden behind Larry's family mansion but this place is lovely as well. Just small and oddly accommodating.
Larry steps up to me and I have to tiptoe to reach his lips. He inclines his head, albeit slightly, just so we can kiss. It is awkward and messy. Like we are teenagers and this is the first time we are kissing. I don't know how to feel when the kiss ends but I know the exact moment I realize this is never going to work.
Amila waves me from the sec
