Do You Remember? | rewriting

Happy Wife, Happy Life

A warm night in Vegas, at a bar next to the biggest casinos is where Harry met the woman he would call his own. Her bright blue eyes watched his every move. She was beautiful, too beautiful, to be exact. It was near to impossible for him to take his eyes of her. One of his mates poked at him to go talk to her. After building up the courage and getting a pep-talk from his mates he made his way through the crowd to the woman. As he got nearer his pipes tightened, making it hard to breath. It was as he was walking in slow motion, like the lifeguards in Baywatch. After the exchange of numbers, they decided to meet the next day for the real date. 

They enjoyed their over-priced sushi at one of the finest Japanese restaurants in the city. Devouring two bottles of wine, they learned more and more about each other. Both grew up in small town, learning how to cope with life in their teenage years leading to them having a minor criminal record. Laugher filled their conversation as they recalled their wrong doings. 

The night was still young. They decided to go Sally's hotel room. They ordered a bottle of the hotels finest champagne, with a cheese platter on the side. When their order had arrived at their room, it was time to enjoy the rest of the night. As the champagne popped, the crock flew across the room onto the basic white covers of the king sized bed. 

They were lying on the bed, whispering and drinking their champagne. Sally told him her deepest secrets and he told her his. They talked about their previous lovers. The night couldn't end. Harry walked over to the lights and switched off the main lights, letting the small side lights bring brightness into the room. "Romantic", is what she said about it. Truly romantic. He took her glass and placed it on the small nightstand next to her. Their eyes meeting, searching deeply for what the other person was thinking. He stroked a strand of her dark hair behind her hair and got closer. Next, he cupped her oval face and viewing it. He connected her freckles in his mind and placed his thumb on her red lips. There was absolute silence.

One and a half year later:

Anastasia walked into the room, where the wedding ceremony was going to be starting. She didn't recognize any faces, so she made her way up to the white seat, where a small black note with a nice font was placed, which read her name "Anastasio Sanchez". She picked up the card and looked if anything was at the back of it. A voice called out her name. The voice sounded familiar but was not one she had not heard in years. Her body rotated to the sound of a man. It was Harry, Harry Smith. His pearly white teeth were showing as he smiled. Anastasia couldn't help but smile too. He looked good, grown up and put together. They embraced in a hug and greeted each other. Harry did not remember Anastasia's light brown eyes being that big. Her dark sleek hair reminded him of Sally, his bride to be.

The sound of a trumpet filled the small room. The wedding was going to start. Anastasia wished her old friend good luck and took a seat.

Harry made his way to the altar and looked back at Anastasia. She was looking better than he remembered.

While the crowd made their way to their seats, sweet music was playing in the background. There were old and young people, even families. No one that Anastasia knew. What a bummer, looked like she would have to make new friends.

Everyone had taken their seats and were all ears to hear the cue for the bride to walk into the room. The first people stood up. The bride was at the door.

Anastasia got up and looked at the woman. She was beautiful, dark hair with bright blue eyes. The brides dress, white with a cream undertone that fitted so well. Her hair braided into a big fishtail braid, making it look like she got her inspiration from Elsa. Her makeup was outstanding, neutral and warm, perfectly blended and her cat eye sharp as a knife. The wedding music was playing and the bride was walking hand in hand with her father towards the altar.