Dean clutched the wheel, glancing at his bride who was staring at the view on her side of the road. Neither of them had spoken for the past thirty minutes.
"It's at the beach," he said with eyes on the road. They had to start speaking to each other soon.
No response
"Our wedding"
"Yeah, so I heard," replied her bored voice
"Are you hungry? We can stop for lunch..." Dean said as the car passed by several restaurants.
"Nope!"
Dean slowed down at the traffic lights and waited for the lights to switch. He looked at her. She wore a grey blouse tucked into a pair of skinny blue jeans. Her stiletto black heels elongated her curvy legs. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Big silver hoops dangled from her ears.
The lights switched and he drove on. He reached out and brus
