He stood in the front of the altar, waiting for his bride. He had never felt that time could be so slow. Every second seemed it was forever as he stared at the closed doors.
He looked around and saw his parents standing in the front row, not far from him. While on the center aisle, her parents smiled at him as they also waited for their daughter to enter.
He already knew that she stood behind that massive wooden door, just waiting for her cue to reveal herself to him. He tapped his feet on the marble floor, wanting to speed up the process.
"Relax, man. You look like you are about to be hanged." Marcus, who stood by his side, jokingly said.
But he knew that his friend had all of this under control. He had never seen a man so determined to commit himself to this marriage.
