Then it begins to smoke

I can't believe its here. Today is the day, that my best friend gets married to my other best friend. Its funny, that I'm nervous. I guess. Brenda looks up at me, her blonde hair arranged around her head, hiding under her white veil.
"Are you ready?" she asks, as she checks my dress, and then my hair.
"Yeah. Are you?" i ask, she nods.
"I'm just, trying to think about it all." she says, as she gets me and Mack into line. Then the music plays and the girls file out.
After Mack goes, I peek back at Brenda and she smiles, sadly? Nervously? Happily? But she's beautiful and nervous and human.
It's a beautiful moment.
Then they're both there standing at the altar. The priest looks at the two of them and begins.
"Do you, Steve Alexander Rodgers take Brenda Rose Parker to be your loftily wedded wife?" he asked Steve.
"I Do," Brenda smiled
"And do you Brenda Rose Parker take Steve Alexander Rodgers to be your loftily wedded husband?"
"I Do."
"Then with the power vested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." and with that they kissed.

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