If anything would catch anyone's eye, it was the scenery of this beautiful wedding. Flowers were everywhere in thick white, purple and red coats; the sheer difference between the sides of guests for the bride and groom was emensly laughable.
Vincent Calhoun was a bright star in a dreary sky for his mother, Hazel. Even at the age of eight he could tell this was a special day for the young bride.
"Oh how I wish I could have had a wedding before," she sighed, fixing her son's tie. His mother got married in a court house when she fell pregnant with Vincent in 2002. She explained the situation to him when his grandmother mentioned it while rambling about the "sin of wedlock" and the "danger's of step parents" and whatnot.
His mother and father divorced a year after he was born on good terms and saw his father as much as possible. Hazel informed him that it will stay like that even after the wedding and even invited her ex-husband to the wedding but he declined, claiming something work related came up. She believed it with a little hesitation but never said anything about it.
Vincent looked down at his mother's hand wrapped tightly around his smaller ones. Her head shot up, her brown eyes glistening. He smiled crookedly, "It's gonna be ok mama." She made a choked noise and hoisted her son in the air, his shaggy black hair flying, before crushing him in one of her motherly hugs. Smiling big, he returned the hug before being set down again.
She smoothed out his hair and kissed his cheek. He walked out halfway through the door, before looking back to his mother. "You go ahead," she told him, "I'll catch up."
