Prologue

The bride waltzed down the aisle, a broad grin on her beautiful face. She had eyes only for the groom, standing at the altar. He had been grinning at his Best Man, standing slightly behind him, before the music started, but now, he gazed strongly and steadily at the woman slowly making her way toward him. The dress was beautiful, but nothing compared to the bride herself. Her dress was snow white, not a smudge on it, and near the bottom of it was an embroidered design of lavender beads came together in a Hawaiian flower.

The music stopped. The bride had finally made it to the altar. She and the groom looked as though they wanted to skip the vows and get to the kissing part right then. But, somehow, they both retrained themselves. Everyone in the audience giggled, knowing that the two would make wonderful parents.