Chapter 8: Note of Finality.
This was it. As Robert adjusted his tie and stepped into the church, he felt his heart beat quicken. This wasn't meant to be. He was meant to have Georges there in front of him, not some this random girl who had popped up from the middle of nowhere. 'Good thing this is just a rehearsal' Robert mused. All the guests were supposed to attend the practice, except his wandering eyes noted the absence of the one he wanted to see most. The one he wanted to be with most. He didn't let any emotions escape through his eyes, which were awkwardly now staring into the dull eyes of Noelle. She looked beautiful in that dress, but George's didn't to wear a dress to be beautiful. He just was. He could hear the minister drone on, only coming to a halt when it was his turn to speak.
And with the next two words he spoke, he had sealed his fate, his mouth speaking before his heart could react.
"I do"
Was this the way it would end?
Robert felt something cool slip onto his finger, and for a fraction of a second- there Georges was before him, placing that same ring on his finger, -the one which rested in his breast pocket, along with George's. He blinked, coming face to face with the harsh reality that awaited him. Then, with a deep, shaky breath, he placed Noelle's ring on her hand.
"You may now kiss the bride" Robert's eyes suddenly whisked across the small church's interior, Georges…
I'm sorry.
Then, with a note of finality, Robert's lips pressed against Noelle's.
He had made up his mind.