your lips taste like sangria - wedding bells

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, shimmering off of the water and making rainbows dance around the crystal chandelier in his hotel room. Liam was looking in the mirror, running his fingers through his recently cropped hair. Something about getting married made him want to look less like a rowdy teenager dirt-bag and more like a man. Music was playing through the speaker on his phone as he straighter his tie and ran his hands over his shirt. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Suits were enough of a straight jacket, but here he was, standing in a tux and waiting for his cue to stand at the end of the aisle and just wait.

There were not too many people there. Becca's family and that was basically it. The ceremony was small, tight-knit, and supposed to be uneventful. But even from his room down the hallway he could hear Raelynn squealing and carrying on. Rolling his eyes, he turned and headed for the door, preparing himself for the ceremony which was to start in a few moments.


REBECCA CLAIRE ASHLAND

Everything was more perfect than she could have ever imagined as a little girl. Her family was here, including her twin and maid of honor. One of the cousins had teased them about switching places at the last minute, but she could've cared less. Her dress was finally on and flowing around her in tufts of white. Maybe she should have chosen a shorter dress, but something about it felt appropriate. Her hair and makeup were absolutely perfect, all that was left was to actually walk down the aisle.

A nervous knot formed in her stomach, not because she wasn't ready, but because it was taking so long for everything to get ready. By the time she was in the hallway, Becca was almost ready to run out the door from excitement. They were really doing this, right now.

The ceremony was simple and perfect, he guessed. None of that really mattered, or even registered, the minute he saw Becca at the end of the aisle. The people standing all around, the light ocean breeze making her curled hair bounce in the wind. She was an angel walking down an aisle of glitter and stars. He grinned and the rest of the crowd faded out of his peripherals, leaving her the only thing he could see, or even think about.

After the ceremony ended with "I Do's" and "You may now kiss the bride", Liam and Becca proceeded to a small, rowdy reception held in a pavilion on the beach. An open bar and a Bamahas sunset setting a perfect, clear skied scene.

Becca shook her head as one of her family members declared shots and another started asking questions about whether or not it was polite to go swimming right now. It wasn't like she cared. If they weren't being so crazy she wouldn't have noticed at all. You know, if it weren't for dumb and dumber over there, this would be a boring reception. She mused, leaning over to kiss her husband softly as the music started.

Liam was watching the family members over Rebecca's shoulder and nodded, "At least there's that." he chuckled, holding his hand out to her, "Shall I have this dance, Mrs. Edwards?" He asked playfully, raising his eyebrows at Rebecca.