Romantic Opening (Stereotypical) - Tuesday, 14 April 2015
The Secret Chord
As she stared into the full length mirror butterflies flew in her stomach. It was the day she had dreamt of since childhood and everything was beautiful, sun in the sky, red roses and this flawless dress staring back at her; the fishtail style she'd wished for, with a sweetheart neckline and lace on the bodice. It was stunning.
The love in the air was apparently contagious, she had thought, when seeking her maid of honour out in the best man's room. I wonder who's to catch the bouquet' she teased.
As it all drew closer the butterflies seemed to multiply, she couldn't work out if it were nerves, cold feet or excitement. What if he wasn't the man of her dreams? What if five years in they hated each other, what if they were star crossed, doomed like much of the population to inevitable divorce and a lonely existence? All these crazy thoughts danced around her mind, her maid of honour (her partner in crime since childhood) took one glance at her and knew, 'oh stop it' she laughed 'you guys are just meant to be, everyone knows it. It's always been him!'.
'Halleujah' drifted through the hallways, echoing in harmony. With a deep breath the doors were opened and there stood her groom, tall, dark and handsome as ever. His face lit up with a sense of astonishment, the look every woman wishes for - pure bliss.
His dark eyes remained fixed on her as she glided down the aisle. He had never been overly interested in the wedding idea, he wanted her forever and that was really his only motive for this whole occasion, but seeing her in that dress, with her hair like that and that look in her eyes - suddenly he understood. Suddenly he was falling in love with her all over again.
The love in the air was apparently contagious, she had thought, when seeking her maid of honour out in the best man's room. I wonder who's to catch the bouquet' she teased.
As it all drew closer the butterflies seemed to multiply, she couldn't work out if it were nerves, cold feet or excitement. What if he wasn't the man of her dreams? What if five years in they hated each other, what if they were star crossed, doomed like much of the population to inevitable divorce and a lonely existence? All these crazy thoughts danced around her mind, her maid of honour (her partner in crime since childhood) took one glance at her and knew, 'oh stop it' she laughed 'you guys are just meant to be, everyone knows it. It's always been him!'.
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'Halleujah' drifted through the hallways, echoing in harmony. With a deep breath the doors were opened and there stood her groom, tall, dark and handsome as ever. His face lit up with a sense of astonishment, the look every woman wishes for - pure bliss.
His dark eyes remained fixed on her as she glided down the aisle. He had never been overly interested in the wedding idea, he wanted her forever and that was really his only motive for this whole occasion, but seeing her in that dress, with her hair like that and that look in her eyes - suddenly he understood. Suddenly he was falling in love with her all over again.
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