Danny had been avoiding reality the past few weeks. He couldn't believe that just 3 months ago he was
partying with his friends, applying for an art school and having an amazing time. But, now he is getting dressed in a
tuxedo, preparing to be married. And, not love marriage, but arranged marriage.
partying with his friends, applying for an art school and having an amazing time. But, now he is getting dressed in a
tuxedo, preparing to be married. And, not love marriage, but arranged marriage.
Danny heard his mother call out, "5 Minutes Danny!" She hollered. Danny sighed, ruffling his tie around, he didn't even want to make the effort to look nice. After all, the only things he knew about this girl was that he knew nothing at all.
Only her name, that's all he had been given. For all he knew she could have an extra toe or something!
Danny knew he had to get a move on so he hurriedly got ready and went out of the men's dressing room in the church.
He had to where a formal all black tuxedo with white from his under shirt. Once he emerged from the room his mother was waiting outside. She walked up to him and began fixing his tie. "Don't look so depressed." She sighed.
"Depressed? No, I'm not depressed, why would I be depressed? I'm only marrying a complete stranger just for the sake of appearances and throwing away my artist dream." He rambled. "This is a good thing, I promise, plus you and that Artist dream, it was crazy." His mother said with a final straighten of his tie. "Now, Smile!" She cheered as she pushed him towards the wedding doors.
Danny walked down the isle, seeing people smile and be happy. 'Are they insane?' He thought but kept quiet. He got to the end and stood by the preacher, awaiting his 'bride-to-be'. The doors opened once more, and the wedding march began. Everyone stood up and he turned his head to see her. She looked....beautiful? He couldn't exactly tell from the veil but she seemed pretty.
Only her name, that's all he had been given. For all he knew she could have an extra toe or something!
Danny knew he had to get a move on so he hurriedly got ready and went out of the men's dressing room in the church.
He had to where a formal all black tuxedo with white from his under shirt. Once he emerged from the room his mother was waiting outside. She walked up to him and began fixing his tie. "Don't look so depressed." She sighed.
"Depressed? No, I'm not depressed, why would I be depressed? I'm only marrying a complete stranger just for the sake of appearances and throwing away my artist dream." He rambled. "This is a good thing, I promise, plus you and that Artist dream, it was crazy." His mother said with a final straighten of his tie. "Now, Smile!" She cheered as she pushed him towards the wedding doors.
Danny walked down the isle, seeing people smile and be happy. 'Are they insane?' He thought but kept quiet. He got to the end and stood by the preacher, awaiting his 'bride-to-be'. The doors opened once more, and the wedding march began. Everyone stood up and he turned his head to see her. She looked....beautiful? He couldn't exactly tell from the veil but she seemed pretty.