Mrs. Kovak?
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luka tugged at his collar.
"Calm down" Carter said from behind him, "It's just your wedding" There was no one else in the candel lit church. The priest, Fr. Jim, stood on the alter, waiting for Ria to come down the aisle just like Luka was. Fr. Jim, as he prefered, was a younger priest, and had been delighted when Ria had told him she was getting married. He had been the one to provide shelter in the back of the church for her, and he'd known her for some years now as she was a regular parishiner of his church. He'd tried, at first, to tell her she had to wait the manditory 6 months the Church usually required before sanctioning a marriage, but Ria had been insistent, and he'd finally written for a special liscence from the Bishop. It was turned down. So, Ria went up to see the Bishop. Luka hadn't been there, so he had no idea what she said, but she came back with permission. That was 10 days ago. It was only a few weeks ago he'd asked her to marry him, and he couldn't believe it. It seemed like a hundred.
"Hey, here she comes" Carter's voice said. The single guitarist they'd hired started playing, and Luka looked up the aisle. Abby started down, in a dark green dress that Ria had picked out. Luka was nearly stunned by the fact that Abby was wearing a dress. She made it all the way to the alter and then they all faced the back of the church once again as the Bride made her entrance. Ria was wreathed in candle light, making her look simply angelic. She'd gone for a simple white dress that complimented her increasingly large stomach. She worse no vail, so the soft candle light high lighted her chesnut hair and made her lightly tanned skin glow. Luka grew calmer and more estatic the closer she drew. Then she was there, gazing into him again, and he took her hand in his.
"Dearly beloved,"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luka tugged at his collar.
"Calm down" Carter said from behind him, "It's just your wedding" There was no one else in the candel lit church. The priest, Fr. Jim, stood on the alter, waiting for Ria to come down the aisle just like Luka was. Fr. Jim, as he prefered, was a younger priest, and had been delighted when Ria had told him she was getting married. He had been the one to provide shelter in the back of the church for her, and he'd known her for some years now as she was a regular parishiner of his church. He'd tried, at first, to tell her she had to wait the manditory 6 months the Church usually required before sanctioning a marriage, but Ria had been insistent, and he'd finally written for a special liscence from the Bishop. It was turned down. So, Ria went up to see the Bishop. Luka hadn't been there, so he had no idea what she said, but she came back with permission. That was 10 days ago. It was only a few weeks ago he'd asked her to marry him, and he couldn't believe it. It seemed like a hundred.
"Hey, here she comes" Carter's voice said. The single guitarist they'd hired started playing, and Luka looked up the aisle. Abby started down, in a dark green dress that Ria had picked out. Luka was nearly stunned by the fact that Abby was wearing a dress. She made it all the way to the alter and then they all faced the back of the church once again as the Bride made her entrance. Ria was wreathed in candle light, making her look simply angelic. She'd gone for a simple white dress that complimented her increasingly large stomach. She worse no vail, so the soft candle light high lighted her chesnut hair and made her lightly tanned skin glow. Luka grew calmer and more estatic the closer she drew. Then she was there, gazing into him again, and he took her hand in his.
"Dearly beloved,"