Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.

He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'

He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.

The only woman in this building that could light up a dark room with nothing but her beauty.

She was like a candle amongst the darkness, the sun infiltrating the very sky,...