Memories rushes back as I slowly walk down the aisle. A hotel singer falling in love with the hotel pianist sounds fairytail-ish but ours is more than that.
When we met, he already has an engraved golden band on his finger while a shimmering diamond-embellished ring is on mine.
I quit my job to stop myself from loving him. I can never be a mistress. But our lives and our hearts, perhaps, are meant to be entangled.
Almost six years after I fall in love with a pianist, I am now walking down the aisle looking through his teary waiting eyes.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Marie Gail Stratford
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 01 April 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.