Personal Narrative-Humorous Wedding

Ray expected her home before nightfall. She might as well leave. With a loving pat on the trunk lid, she stood to brush the dust off her jeans. To alleviate the oppressive silence, Casey talked out loud, “Old houses always have drafts. I can’t let a little wind get to

"-and cal and i thought it would be weird, having two out of the band dating each other. but they proved us wrong, and i'm glad to say that two of my best friends are now married. we love you guys," ashton finished his speech, raising his glass that was half-full with white wine. the people scattered around the room clapped and took drinks from their glasses and ashton smiled at michael and luke as he sat down.

Daphne: I want the house exactly how it is when we get back, no parties, no getting in any form of trouble. We’ll be back next Tuesday.

It was late when they finally arrived at their hotel exhausted from the drive. Once they got settled in their room, Ray ordered room service because they were both too tired to go out and fight the crowds looking for something to eat.

My heart flutters as Joseph shifts the ring on my finger. I can’t believe that this day is finally happening, my wedding day! I feel stunning in this silk red dress and blue shawl. I did not want to wear a blue dress like most brides so I thought a shawl would suffice. One of my lady’s maids twisted my hair back and pinned it in an elegant up do. Joseph is wearing a navy coat and an orange shawl. I feel so honored to have this service delivered by such a well dressed and high ranked priest. Joseph and I had our hands fasted together and I have never felt a closer connection between us. Standing here on this cloudy crisp spring day surrounded by my ten closest friends. It seems as if just a few days ago I met Joseph at my matron of honor’s,

I don't work late today." She grabs her purse off the counter, "We have a lot to talk about." She opens the door, grabs her shoes of the ground and leaves.

Dalia raised a hand for her stepmother to come to a halt. "My room, my rules. She can go back to the White House, if this place is uncomfortable or inconvenient."

When I hear wedding bells, I picture a couple madly in love and ready to tie the knot. Long and laced, white and frilly, a woman, a princess adorned in jewels and heirlooms all fitted to the to the perfect goddess she is, all while exuding nothing but beauty. By her side, her groom, her prince charming all primped and primed just as much as her. His beauty complimented hers, and together they certainly stole the show. That makes me smile. I’m a hopeless romantic, there’s just something about white dresses and tuxedos that make me squirm with excitement. I’m like a five-year-old upon entering a candy store, hyped on purely on the thought of how much sugar is at their fingertips, my mind scatters, hops from idea to idea, I add one to one and get ten, it’s like

River sat hard on his bed. “And does Queen Sky know of your intentions?” “Yes, she is not happy, but if she is not here to stop us there is not much she can do. We only have a few more hours I can already feel the pull of the transfer to Fay.”

“Stop here,” she said, outside a two-story yellow and pink house with a working water fountain and a garden of sun-stained plastic flowers. She jumped out and walked around to the front of the

"But why so early, Braling?" Smith asked me. It was about ten in the evening and the sun was setting. I hadn 't had a full drink all night, coming home from a restaurant with a bar. This was the first time I had a night away from my wife in 10 years. I couldn 't believe I got out.

Kendrick asked her to have dinner with him at his cottage. He said was preparing something special for dinner. This would be their last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. She thought of all that time they would be apart. She wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. She also hoped that it would make it easier for her to be without him for the next month.

Virginia looked up and smiled. “Why thank you. I haven’t gotten many flowers since Tom died.”

“They are on the counter, don't be out too late. Keep me updated on where you are young lady.”

“Oh, I could reserve a table for us in the palace’s banquet hall if you’d like.”