PHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes
Reception over, we drove away tins clattering behind, smiling guests waving their good wishes.
It had been perfect. All went exactly as planned. Everyone had admired my slub-silk oyster and pearl dress. The vintage car was immaculate, flowers beautiful, food delicious and the page-boys perfectly behaved. It couldn’t have gone more smoothly.
We walked up the path to our new home. He stopped at the front door and lifted me up to carry me over the threshold.
Oh God, I suppose he’ll expect to have sex tonight.
I shouldn’t be thinking like that on my wedding night…
It’ll be ok…
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.