When we get back to the wedding reception, the guests are at the reception but I can tell some have already left. It's late and Seline sort of wanted an evening wedding so she might not be able to keep all the guests but I know others will remain for the after-party.
Trevor is carrying my shoes and I love the feeling of stepping on the grass, I'll have to wash my feet later, but the grass in this compound is just so beautiful for me not to step on it.
His other arm is wrapped around my waist and I'm coiled in his coat. We sort of decided to come back to the wedding because well, we are the best couple, we need to be by the groom and bride's side all the time.
Right now I can't decipher the feeling in my heart. It's like my heart has just frozen at the moment and my emotions have sort of
