Sex and the City
By Mistress Sara
Disclaimer- Ahh. another disclaimer to write. Let us ask a stupid question, does a weird 15-year-old high school student own anything besides a notebook, a pen, and well. I had a sandwich earlier. Any ways I don't own Sex and the City, the characters, or any thing else that has to do with it. I'm merely doing this because I LOVE WRITING! Enjoy the story.
3~Mistress Sara
This is it. I'm getting married! There goes Miranda and Charlotte, my two bridesmaids and there goes Samantha, my maid of honor. Now it's my turn, who better to walk me down the isle than Stanford. As we near the alter I catch a glimpse of my soon to be husband, looking so good in his tux. Harry and Steve are the ushers; a friend of his is the best man.
We both say our vowels; the priest was about to pronounce us husband and wife when HE comes running in. "I object!" He said. No! This isn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to marry HIM!
Hmm. what an intriguing situation. Who is him? And who is HIM?
Disclaimer- Ahh. another disclaimer to write. Let us ask a stupid question, does a weird 15-year-old high school student own anything besides a notebook, a pen, and well. I had a sandwich earlier. Any ways I don't own Sex and the City, the characters, or any thing else that has to do with it. I'm merely doing this because I LOVE WRITING! Enjoy the story.
3~Mistress Sara
This is it. I'm getting married! There goes Miranda and Charlotte, my two bridesmaids and there goes Samantha, my maid of honor. Now it's my turn, who better to walk me down the isle than Stanford. As we near the alter I catch a glimpse of my soon to be husband, looking so good in his tux. Harry and Steve are the ushers; a friend of his is the best man.
We both say our vowels; the priest was about to pronounce us husband and wife when HE comes running in. "I object!" He said. No! This isn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to marry HIM!
Hmm. what an intriguing situation. Who is him? And who is HIM?