Chapter 69: Vows of Passion

So, fall asleep love, loved by me . . . for I know love, I am loved by thee. -Robert Browning

Music pipes through the building, echoing all around me.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach, adding to the jitters that have me nearly ready to jump out of my skin.

Peeping through the crack in the door, I spot my mother. She's beautiful. The baby blue dress she wears, accents her small waist. She has worn her hair up, wrapped in a French twist, it shows off the delicate angles of her face.

As if sensing me, she turns in my direction. Her eyes lock with mine, and she waves a white-gloved hand. Tears glisten in her eyes.

"Are you ready, Shorty" Paul asks. "I think that's our queue."

I drape my arm through his. The man beams down at me with pride and winks.

"I think so," I reply with a grin. "But I'd like to know who you're calling short? These heels make me three inches taller."

"That might be true, but you're still shorter than me."