Tyrel's breath caught when he saw Audre. He watched her walk down the aisle and then stand across from him. Their vows were said and then he pulled her close kissing her. When the wedding was over she had gotten rid of the heels and the dress was on the verge of getting 'acidentually' torn.
"It's almost over." he whispered in her ear softly. "I don't like this outfit either."
