"Are you really worried?" Mr. Pitcher and Emily stopped at the closed doors that led into the garden. The guests were already waiting for them there, the path along which the bride had to go was decorated. In a beautiful arch of flowers, Justin was waiting for her to utter the words of an oath and call her his wife.
There were just a few last steps to be taken.
"A little," the girl lied, but her trembling palm suggested otherwise. Even the first roller coaster ride was not that scary. The moment when the booth rises to the very top and stops for a few seconds to fall down with a loud rumble.
And you know you're buckled, but you still grab the seat belts to hold them in place. But the guests are unlikely to understand her if she also starts screaming from an overabundance of emotions.
Arthur put his other hand on the girl's trembling hand, "Thank you for letting me do this," the man's voice was a little hoarse. He was nervous too.
