Mason
What is taking her so long? I sent Phillip over ten minutes ago to get her. I just need to see her one last time before I become a married man. I’m standing in front of my bedroom window, my bow tie still undone, watching the road for her arrival.
All the breath leaves my lungs as she approaches. She looks like the epitome of beauty, with her hair swept back but still falling down to her waist. She glitters in the sunlight, likened to an angel. I stand there stunned as she makes her way into the house. I always knew she was beautiful, but she hid it. She never glammed herself up, never needed to. I’m relieved she didn’t, because I might not have been able to keep my love for her a secret if she had.
The door opens, and the room fills with her sweet vanilla scent. It’s intoxicating
