Strangers. Single. The dreaded wedding reception table assignments.
She was determined to remain unapproachable. Just smile, keep small talk vague and simple.
Until he sat down next to her. He too was quiet but relaxed in his tuxedo. He filled the distance between them with electrical current.
They’re shoulder to shoulder, fingers touching on tablecloth. Light whispering as eye contact intensifies.
Unexpected. He removes all discomfort with ease.
Champagne toast. Slow dance. Avoid the bouquet and garter toss. Pass on the cake.
Let’s go.
Quick exit to awaiting limousine.
Future defined.
They were never single again.
About the Creator
Pam Sievert-Russomanno
Career Broadcast Advertising Executive.
Wife, Mother, and dog lover.
Published author of (1) Christmas Novella. Taking time to reinvest in my writing while juggling life in Los Angeles.
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