thomas
I look at the clock from time to time to see if I can go to the altar now. I still can't believe I'm getting married, and to a woman I still love. I always pictured myself walking down the aisle with some rich, high-society woman in a purely show marriage to keep up appearances. Rich marries rich, as they say. And they are not wrong. Now being here, nervous and anxious to see Cecilia dressed in a wedding dress was not in my plans.
I arrange my blue tie in front of the mirror, arranging what I have nothing else to arrange. I hear a light knock on the door of the room where I am. - In between.
'Mr Thomas, I have a problem. His fiancée is nervous and even threatened to give up on the wedding — one of the ceremonialists speaks after putting her head in the door.
- What? Why? Where i
