Written for the Time Petals 100 prompt "Graceful."
How the bloody hell did she manage to be so graceful? Not to mention cool and collected. And so, so beautiful. Like a vision out of a fairy tale.
Now, him? If he'd had to walk that far, with everyone staring at him? Not to mention the infernal camera flashes. Well, let's just say, he'd trip over his own feet and be face down on that lovely red carpet runner before he made it halfway.
He ran a finger under his collar, which suddenly seemed entirely too tight. And blimey - why was it so hot in here?
Not that it showed on her. Not his Rose. Calm, cool, collected, graceful as a swan, (it must be the white gown bringing that image to mind), and quite simply, the loveliest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. (And that was saying quite a bit.)
She smiled sweetly as she held out her hand to him. He grinned like a loon - wished there wasn't a throng of people watching, so he could wipe his sweaty palms - and hoped rather desperately that the hand he extended in return wasn't shaking too badly.