Bursting at the Seams
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With a smirk, I lean in and whisper, “Let’s go check out my maid of honor suite.”
“Really?” He breathes. “Don’t want to stay for the celebration?”
I glance around and then shrug. “We can be back in time for the cake.”
With a wild grin, he nods in agreement and we quickly make our way out of the pavilion. Once we are away from the party, we are practically running for the cottage. There’s laughter and tension in the air, knowing how insane it is to run like this for a quicky in the middle of a wedding. Maybe we make one another a little crazy, a little wild. But I’m starting to think that’s what we’ve both been missing.
As I look ahead once again at the forest that lies between us and the cottage, I notice how colorful the world seems when you’re falling in love.
THE END