waiting, your future is waiting. Go on, get out of here and go marry her, and when you see me sometimes, just ignore it if I look away from you, because I'm only trying to hold back all the love I have for you. Give me that courtesy. That's all I ask."
She turned and walked out of the room and he stood there staring after her, dumbfounded by what she had said. His father poked his head in the door a few minutes later.
"We're ready, son."
Colby walked to the door and his father looked at him appraisingly. "Are you nervous?" he asked, clapping his hand on his son's shoulders.
Colby shook his head. "No. I'm not nervous."
To the contrary, his heart felt like it had exploded and he was reeling with the knowledge that Shannon had exposed all of her feelings to him and was completely in love with him. It had awoken his own feelings for her and with every step he took down the aisle toward the preacher waiting at the end of it, he felt like he was taking a step in the wrong direction.
He turned and stood beside his best man and his heart began to race and pound. His palms began to sweat, and all he could think was that he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
The music started and Shannon appeared at the end of the aisle. Her burgundy dress shone richly in the sun and she looked like a vision of beauty gliding toward him. His heart felt like it might beat right out of his chest as he watched her walking ever closer. He could not shake the desire to walk straight to her and kiss her, and tell her... tell her... he realized it then, as the wedding march began and Tiffany began her walk down the aisle toward him.
She was bedecked in white poufs and lace, with a giant arrangement of flowers in her hands, and the biggest grin across her face. She short stepped her way toward him, her father beaming and glowing with pride as he walked with her.
Colby felt as if he was going to throw up. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had fallen in love with Shannon, and he had no business whatsoever marrying Tiffany.
Their guests looked on them both with love and adoration, the music floated out over the air, and for all the world that was watching, it seemed the perfect moment at the perfect union of two beautiful people. Except that it wasn't.
Tiffany's father carefully placed her hand into Colby's and together they turned to face the preacher. His heart was racing, blood was rushing in his ears, and he felt like all of them were sitting on a bomb that was about to detonate.
The preacher spoke a bit and then turned to look at the large crowd of guests gathered in observation of the couple.
"If anyone knows why these this man and this woman should not be joined in holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace." pastor said loudly.
The words echoed and rang in Colby's ears. Forever hold his peace. Forever.
He glanced at the crowd and then looked up at the pastor.
"I object." He stated it flatly.
The pastor looked down and blinked at him. "What was that?" he asked.
Tiffany looked up at him in surprise and gasped. "What?" she breathed.
Colby shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Tiffany, I can't marry you. I don't love you."
Tiffany threw her bouquet on the ground. "Well, I object too! I don't love you either! My dad was making me marry you because of all your money. I wanted to be with Ron!"
Shannon glared at her and shouted, "I object because you're a lying, cheating little slut!"
Tiffany's dad stood up out of his chair and yelled out, "I object to all of the objections! I paid for this damn wedding and I expect you two to get married!"
Colby's dad jumped up and pumped his fist in the air, "I object to anyone marrying my son for money! He deserves to be married for love!"
There was a brief moment of silence while everyone ingested the sudden change, and then chaos broke out all over the place.
She turned and walked out of the room and he stood there staring after her, dumbfounded by what she had said. His father poked his head in the door a few minutes later.
"We're ready, son."
Colby walked to the door and his father looked at him appraisingly. "Are you nervous?" he asked, clapping his hand on his son's shoulders.
Colby shook his head. "No. I'm not nervous."
To the contrary, his heart felt like it had exploded and he was reeling with the knowledge that Shannon had exposed all of her feelings to him and was completely in love with him. It had awoken his own feelings for her and with every step he took down the aisle toward the preacher waiting at the end of it, he felt like he was taking a step in the wrong direction.
He turned and stood beside his best man and his heart began to race and pound. His palms began to sweat, and all he could think was that he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
The music started and Shannon appeared at the end of the aisle. Her burgundy dress shone richly in the sun and she looked like a vision of beauty gliding toward him. His heart felt like it might beat right out of his chest as he watched her walking ever closer. He could not shake the desire to walk straight to her and kiss her, and tell her... tell her... he realized it then, as the wedding march began and Tiffany began her walk down the aisle toward him.
She was bedecked in white poufs and lace, with a giant arrangement of flowers in her hands, and the biggest grin across her face. She short stepped her way toward him, her father beaming and glowing with pride as he walked with her.
Colby felt as if he was going to throw up. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had fallen in love with Shannon, and he had no business whatsoever marrying Tiffany.
Their guests looked on them both with love and adoration, the music floated out over the air, and for all the world that was watching, it seemed the perfect moment at the perfect union of two beautiful people. Except that it wasn't.
Tiffany's father carefully placed her hand into Colby's and together they turned to face the preacher. His heart was racing, blood was rushing in his ears, and he felt like all of them were sitting on a bomb that was about to detonate.
The preacher spoke a bit and then turned to look at the large crowd of guests gathered in observation of the couple.
"If anyone knows why these this man and this woman should not be joined in holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace." pastor said loudly.
The words echoed and rang in Colby's ears. Forever hold his peace. Forever.
He glanced at the crowd and then looked up at the pastor.
"I object." He stated it flatly.
The pastor looked down and blinked at him. "What was that?" he asked.
Tiffany looked up at him in surprise and gasped. "What?" she breathed.
Colby shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Tiffany, I can't marry you. I don't love you."
Tiffany threw her bouquet on the ground. "Well, I object too! I don't love you either! My dad was making me marry you because of all your money. I wanted to be with Ron!"
Shannon glared at her and shouted, "I object because you're a lying, cheating little slut!"
Tiffany's dad stood up out of his chair and yelled out, "I object to all of the objections! I paid for this damn wedding and I expect you two to get married!"
Colby's dad jumped up and pumped his fist in the air, "I object to anyone marrying my son for money! He deserves to be married for love!"
There was a brief moment of silence while everyone ingested the sudden change, and then chaos broke out all over the place.
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