This is what she wants in the world. She looks down at the flowing white dress through the veil before her eyes. She smiles as she thinks about the proposal.
She was running late of course, but she’d never been on time. It had been a year ago, with him sitting patiently at their table, fingers tapping away as he imagined stink-eye from the waiters and all the horrible things that could have happened to her between the airport and the restaurant.
Then she’d walked in and he’d smiled. He’d always made her feel so special, in a safe way, like nothing could go wrong when she was there with him.
And she smiled right back. And said yes when he’d dropped to one knee. So traditional. She’d phoned her mum to talk about it and Mum had told her all about his visit to the house to ask for Dad’s blessing. My dad, with his Bargain Hunt and tartan slippers, being asked for his blessing. Of course he’d said yes.
A year had gone by so quickly. And deposited both of them here. He was waiting for her just through those double doors.
This is what she wants most in the world.
The Idiot in Tin Foil