Patrick
The hall is quiet, I stand beneath the golden chandelier, it's light casting a glow on my white tuxedo, causing a small smile to curl on my lips. I look at the side and mother comes into view, she has a bright smile on her face and father can't have enough of the moment. They look so proud of me.
I run my fingers through my hair and didn't make a move, we all await Anna- the bride of the day.
Indeed love has it's way of commanding silence— not a single word echoes in the air.
At the altar, the sunlight splits through the window, it's glow cast on the flowers at the decor. I stand still, hands clasping together and the moment she appears, everything changes.
The music fades— guests blurs— it is just Anna I see.
She walks in my direction like an angel.
Anna's smile makes m
