He waits. Despite the ribbing and jokes from his friends, he can’t help but continually glance to see if she’s arrived. He laughs but the nerves slice through the laughter, leaving his heart transparent. Guests look back and forth, craning their necks in the direction he’s looking, eager to catch that first glimpse of her… She’s late. Fashionably.
The softest of rain begins to fall. And then… she’s there. Breath taking. Exquisite. Floating gracefully across the lawn in a gown of ethereal perfection.
Their eyes lock. The moment is here.