Snippet #2144942

"Uh, fellas... I know your night has just been interrupted, and on her behalf, I apologize." Henrietta huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at her red fiancé. He was embarrassed of her?

Like a cat trapped on a tree, Henrietta refused to budge as Benjamin reached out his arms, trying to get her to come done. "I can be just as adamant as you are!" she hissed like an angry kitten.

"Darling, don't you think we should use this time to find some common ground, you know, talk about our likes and dislikes and stuff like that to see if there is any chemistry? By the way, I heard you enjoy music, but I'm not sure what kind."

"No, no, no!" She repeated, jumping up and down on the tall fountain. Due to her small stature and light weight, it didn't even wobble. The tip of the now non-flowing structure, however, was very slim and a single misstep would mean a very, very long fall. Her wedding gown was surprisingly, as usual, perfectly fitting. Not a single pearl or flower was out of place and hair sat in smooth waves down her back. It was funny how lady-like and proper she looked. Her almost frail beauty was a sight to behold - as was the view up her petticoats.

"Do you feel any chemistry, Ephraim?" she asked, her blue eyes intense. "Likes and dislikes? We're getting married today and we're talking about likes and dislikes?! We should ask for each other's ages while we're at it. 17. Nice to meet you, too. Ever heard of the saying 'A closed mouth gathers no foot,' Ben? Of course not. Because I made it up!" Suddenly, Henrietta's face broke into a winning smile. "Very clever, if I may say so myself."

Suddenly all sunshine and roses, Henrietta pursed her lips to the side, thinking with her dimple. "As for what music I like... Punk rock, alternative rock, a bit of grunge. Oh! That reminds me -" Picking the most inappropriate song whilst playing air guitar, Henrietta's sweet, melodic voice filled the park - it was strange how much her appearance and voice clashed with her personality.

"Stacy's mom has got it goin' on," sang the bride who arrived on a skateboard. "She's all I want and I've waited for so long. Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me. I know it might be wrong but," her voice was sugar and spice and everything nice as she struck a chord on her imaginary guitar. Then - as loudly as she could, just to embarrass her fiancé - Henrietta sang loudly in her voice of thick honey, "I'm in love with Stacy's mom- CRAP!"

Henrietta slipped from the fountain and fell through air like an Angel cast from Heaven.