That Look: Their Look

A white room decorated with a pastel pink and dyed pearl mint wildflowers placed in a simple glass vase on each table. Around 50 indiviudals were here. Some celebrity, some backstage crew, the managers, friends and family. It was amazing to watch it all unfold. The people slowly streaming in with their varied enthusiasm and joy. While there was that one particular lady that seemed a little sour but I guess that is due to her growing belly. I'm going to assume her bundle of joy is overly saturated at one spot hence her frown. 

'Stop staring at her stomach.' Sunny whispered as she reprimanded. I would have wished she didn't need to accompany her words with a nudge a little too hard and swift. Still, I listened and went back to observing the other less interesting guests. While... it did help that the chairs Yoong picked was great. Leaning back comfortably, I scan the room. 

People where talking. Discussions were held both in a shallow manner and detailed way. Then the lights dimed. All eyes slowly turned to face those big cliche doors. We all watch as he took confident steps towards the end of the aisle. Little bow of appreciation and respect was given as he made his way down this important journey. He is a good man. When he stood firmly at the end, the majority awaited for the bride to enter. Eyes shifting back to the door. Mine remained at the darken view of his face. 

I am always a little different...

The music changes. A lighthearted instrumental resounds in the room of happiness. As she walked in, passing by the corner of my eye before coming into full view. She is beautiful. His great smile and those twinkling eyes of his as he watches her approaching is even more beautiful. Now facing each other, the view is beautiful. 

No one clapped but one could feel the admiring of the couple. The look that they exchange, the eyes that held the other as the epitome, they were breathtakingly beautiful. The love so strongly emitted for and between the pair. As the minister begans his speech of blessings, my eyes slowly shifted away.

The main focal point now viewed at the blurry corner of my vision. It was you in that purple maid of honor dress. It is you that makes me a little different. I mirrored his look as I watch you smile at me. 

Author's note:

Do tell if there are any errors. Wrote it on the bus home. May you enjoy. Have a good day.