At The Altar
“And, hereby, I pronounce you-”
A wrinkled old man dressed in white and black halted when a shout echoed in the hall’s backside and looked around to see the cause of interruption in such a sacred ceremony.
If one would follow the gaze of his old grey eyes that soon pointed in the same direction the guests had turned their heads to, the sight of a beautiful woman would be fairly visible. Amber hair in long curls enveloped her being as if she had worn a beautiful cape that elegantly reached the half of her back. She was clad in a light pink dress that hugged her curves perfectly and ran down her waist flowing like waves of an ocean; sparkling under the hall’s massive lighting. Green orbs of hers had darkened a little, probably due to something that had been bothering her for quite a while now. Pale feet with shiny white heels seemed to glide above the floor as she rushed down the aisle with firm steps, towards the front.
“This marriage cannot take place.” The words were out when her eyes came in contact with the priest. The rising commotion in the hall died down suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” The bride nudged the groom’s arm, her voice doing justice to the bewilderment she and everyone in the hall felt.
“She... she is my mate.” He replied in a whisper which despite being barely audible, could be heard easily in utter silence.
Halt - Stop
Amber - Honey yellow colour with a tint of red
Enveloped - Surround/wrap
Cape - Cloak/shawl
Bewilderment - Confusion