He dipped me down, continuing the kiss and the audience cheered. It felt like an eternity before he lifted me up, and I wished it was longer. We turned toward the audience, hands locked and smiling, as they gave us a standing ovation, shouting, cheering and whistling. The priest introduced us as mister and missus. As we walked down the steps and down the aisle, ducking rose petals and rice, I couldn’t believe that this was real. Liam beamed down at me as we ducked through the crowd.
“Well, how does it feel?” he asked, going slow in case I would trip and fall over my own dress.
I grinned at him. “It feels absolutely perfect. And I hate that we have to go to a reception and spend hours eating and talking.”
“Oh, you have other plans?” he teased.
I reached up to kiss him again. “I do. They involve me, you, our honeymoon suite, and a lack of a big poufy dress.”
“Ah, Amy,” he said, through kisses, his breath hot in my ear. “Have I taught you nothing? The show must go on, no matter what…”
THE END.