It was a bright and beautiful Saturday morning at the Malcom residence.
The sky was lit with an azure hue, with barely a cloud to be seen. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning.
Jasmine awoke to the happily chirping bird singing harmoniously on the distant olive tree by her bedroom wind. She smiled, her eyes brimming with love and happiness at the thought of saying her wedding vows today.
Love was in the air as if it were a new kind of electricity, so cryptic and real.
Her iPhone buzzed and she turned to her side and picked up the phone from the bedside table. She unlocked the phone and scanned through the message sent by Cole which simply read,
