Before the Wedding

by solaris2001

Shuffling steadily into the room, he hunted for her face in the crowd. Hers was the first face he’d ever fallen in love with, and the intensity behind her eyes invoked the passion that broadened his shoulders and the shyness that drew a sheepish grin across his face as he walked, hands folded meekly in front of him. Her feelings for him were complex but inconsequential, as he knew he’d never feel the same way about another woman in his life. Their eyes remained locked as he stepped around the table, the jangle of shackles broken by the gavel’s crack.