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Everywhere was quiet. So very quiet. Except of course for the muffled sound of someone talking. He pushed in the French doors walking in on tipped toes. It was Nick talking. Damn it, he thought he would walk in and the place would be empty, realise his effort was stupid and he would go home. But Nick was talking. So the wedding wasn't over yet, There was a wall and two doors on either side leading into the hall. He chose the one to his left and peeked from there. Instantly, his eyes were on her. He was stunned by the sight. He felt weak staring at her. His body might as well have turned to melting butter. She looked so happy. A smile so bright he wished he could keep it for himself. She started to speak. He remembered the first time they met.