She was dressed in that glorious white wedding dress that fitted her so perfectly, the thin white veil that hung lightly from her bright red hair which hung in a tight bun while the rest of her hair and veil fluttered down to her shoulders. The veil was attached to a small but pretty white tiara, something he had grown used to liking on her when he had met her despite her obvious aversion to him.
When had it really begun?
Maybe the way she complained that day when she was in the TARDIS wearing those small white heels, the way she snapped at him, swishing her head in the wind distracting him from actually paying any attention to her complaint. He had looked up and down that day, inspecting her for the possibilities but wondered if that was the true reason. Had he really been worrying about how she had been able to appear in the TARDIS or was there something else?
Or had it been when he was calling out to her, dangling his life dangerously out of the door of the TARDIS, guiding her to safety. After all it had been him who convinced her to believe in him, to take the plunge. Well the plunge into him but that was not the point.
Or had it been when she called him out in the basement of HC Clements, calling to him to stop. He was so reluctant to stop yet it was she who convinced him to. It was her who saved him.
Or had it been when she told him he needed someone. He had dismissed it but she insisted it, and without realising it....he had someone, but he let her go.
Maybe that was the start of it all.
Maybe that was the charm of Donna Noble.