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Jett
I eye Cady as we sit in the crowded church, mid-ceremony. She is wearing this floor-length dress made of light pink silky fabric, with roses all over the bodice. My fingers itch to touch the silky material. Actually, scratch that.
I want to touch her. The dress is just icing on the cake.
She notices me looking, and reaches out to take my hand. Squeezing my fingers a little, she gently nods towards the front of the church. I try to focus on the wedding at hand, adjusting myself on the hard pews.
The black-frocked minister drones on about the definition of marriage. I look at Mary and Danny, looking every bit like a wedding cake topper. Mary’s expression is solemn, but Danny… he’s actually dabbing at his eyes.
For some reason, seeing Danny nearly cry makes my eyes get misty. I
