May 09, 2009 01:09
Nearly there.
Charlie sat down on the narrow bed in the hut and resisted the urge to put her head between her knees. Her dress was beautiful; it crinkled and whispered when she moved. She could breathe in it, though. It fit her like a second skin. She edjusted the engagement ring, worn, for the moment, on her right hand. She palmed a stray strand of red hair back from her face and took a deep breath.
Nearly there.
geoffrey,
wedding,
duck