My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Irvin and Shirley walked into the church. Mission complete. I heaved a long sigh of relief before I tapped on the tablet in the car.

The church had surveillance cameras from all directions that let people watch the wedding live.

The car door opened, and Hendrix appeared on the roadside. He got in the car and sat beside me. His hand reached over my head and pulled me into his embrace. We hugged each other as we watched the wedding through the screen.

Irvin took his time with every step he made as his smile grew wider. He did not look ill at all.

The veil masked Shirley's face. She matched her pace with Irvin's. With every step she took, every sway of the dress was expressing how lovely she felt right at that moment.

The church had been renovated. The center of the hall was an altar with candle holders on it. A couplet was on each side of the altar. The writings on them were words of the uneasiness of marriages.

"In front of the jade mirror platform is a beautiful conversation. The person before the silver mirror platform is like jade."

Evan, dressed in a green gown, stood on the stage as the witness and host.

"Are you ready?"

suddenly faded. He turned to look at Shirley

of silence, a woman's low voice

enough

for nearly ten years for this. We don't

nodded, got himself ready, and became serious. "May

to

in a wedding dress while he lowered his head, giving

bow to the

he

his throat, Irvin cut him off and said apologetically, "Sorry, wait a

who was now in front of him. His eyes were clear

I couldn't help but stiffen. Did he

later, Irvin smiled as

as if he was telling himself, "Getting here is enough for me. Loving you was

up, his eyes were full of tears and

Hendrix and not me, but I could never understand, nor had I been content with it.