A moment passed.

Not even a large one. Just her, eating cold potatoes with a napkin while perched on the edge of the table with one shoe off.

First dances, cake cutting, and other activities were planned.

However, she simply grinned and said, “This is exactly where I want to be,” as she gazed up at me.

And I took her word for it.

Her veil tore earlier. It was stepped on by a child. She chuckled.claimed that she still detested it.

The names were confused by the officiant.

Twice.

He wasn’t corrected by us. I doubt anyone took notice.

About halfway through supper, the playlist stopped functioning. So a cousin of someone began to sing. terribly. terribly. But first there was clapping, then others joined in, and soon there was this strange chorus thing going on. It was terrible. It was incredible.

Speeches were not given by us. Not even a suitable entrance was performed by us.

We were given beverages, and that was it.

Additionally, each table had jars of melted and warped candles. It seems to me that someone simply placed tea lights into jam jars and wished for the best. But it looked kind of great. Particularly when it grew dark.

A dog continued to move through the throng. We didn’t own him. Nobody was able to identify him. However, he remained as if he were a part of it.

Not all of the pictures we requested were obtained. However, someone took a photo of us smiling and drenched beneath the exit sign. I printed that one out.