Richard

Richard knotted his tie perfectly but, to the best man it is not. He pulled Richard closer to him as he fixed his tie.

"You look good, " He commended him.

It has been a couple of rough years for Richard and Caroline. The hurdles of life that kept swaying them in thoughts in between love and hatred.

Richard sighed as he stared at the mirror. "I hope I'm not dreaming," He said.

"No, you're not mate." His best man assured him.

"I wanna go take a glimpse at my lovely wife," He said, wanting to dash out of the room.

"No! You can't do that!" His best man screamed at him, but he was long gone.

He took the car keys and zoomed over to the hotel where his wife was lodging.

They had taken different hotels to respect the culture that the groom must not see the bride until it was time.

Richard's best man waved his hands in the air, feeling frustrated. He looked around, hoping that a cab would come his way.