Tuxes and sweats

<p>After venting my angers on the flowers in that room, I ended up being dragged to the door by my father. More detestable flowers were shoved into my arms as I was pushed through the door into the aisle. My to be. husband looked to be cold and serious… so yeah not exactly my type. Don't get me wrong he was handsome but I am more the light hearted, myschevious type. If I can't tease my husband that I don't want them. So yeah not interested and for some reason he kept glaring at me. I mean wasn't he the one that wanted to marry, my sister? Why was he staring at me like I was the one forcing him to marry me I don't get it? The ceremony was long and monotonous so naturally as it often does, and these types of moments, my mine started to wander.<br/><br/>'I wonder if the cake is chocolate….I haven't been able to buy chocolate in a long time … is this ceremony ever going to end…' . I know there was more important things to be thinking about at this moment like my almost doomed wedding but … ok I'm a total glutton it doesn't mention before I'm not exactly the most serious person in the world. I had already finished cursing out my mom in my mind and the evil husband I was marrying and my wicked sister for running away and now I was craving sweets. So naturally when they were saying the valves, I was debating whether chocolate fudge filling would be better for the center of the cake or raspberry.<br/><br/>Charles Henry Quin, do you take Alicia to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live? <br/><br/>"I do." The groom growled.<br/><br/>'I do love fudge, but raspberry is also yummy' meandered the bride's mind.<br/><br/>Alicia An Collins, do you take Charles to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?<br/><br/>"Hmmm I prefer raspberry! Yes raspberry is definitely the way to go!" Exclaimed the bride. … The room went silent. Even worse it took a few seconds for me to notice. I looked up at the silence to see a glare from my mother and husband who had one eye brow raised clearly confused. '… ops.. where are we at? what comes next? … am I supposed to participate or did I interrupt something important …again…' "ummm"<br/><br/>The priest intervened "I believe you ment I do?"<br/><br/>I coughed cheeks flushing "umm yes of course… I do,"<br/><br/>"You may now kiss the bride" <br/><br/>'That was a close one .. wait kiss who? I'm the bride?' Then I felt the vale lift off my fase and a soft sensation across my lips! "Mmfmph!" 'When did he get so close!' The kiss was short but surprisingly warm. In fact I think it melted a few brain cells, because the next thing I remember I was across the room, and it was time to bring out the cake… It was champagne vanilla decorated with tons of huge flowers. Did I mention I hate flowers?</p>