The lyrical sound of a laugh, the gentle caress of a finger to bare skin, the whispered words of sweet nothings...

It all came to me in that elegantly lit room. The hall had been filled with guests, all in festive garb and overjoyed expressions that bore no worry for tomorrow. It seemed the world had been reduced to this one celebration of love and union. Nobody else existed but the people present in this wide, chandelier-lighted hall.

Food and drinks spilled from every corner of the room as people whispered and praised the elegance of the lighting, the beauty of the lavender and tulips adorning the staircase, the captivating taste of the food, the perfect fated combination of husband and wife.

Nothing seemed amiss. Everything was perfect.