She applied make-up, did her hair, stood and draped the dress in one arm. Heart bumping; scene forming.
She then slid on the dress, and smirked to herself in the sloped glass. Then poked on her shoes, whirling herself into a total giddiness, arms whipping her round, eyes searching the clouds as she swung.
She stopped, watched the sky for two watching cracks, then begun.
Down the aisle would be – The Baileys, the Becks, the Grey Goose.