“If there is anyone who think these two should not marry, speak now or forever how your peace,” said the minister to the audience. I had to speak up before it was too late. I had to say that I was in love with Tracey. I had to stop this wedding.
I finally rose from my seat. “I do. Tracey, I love you and I don’t Taylor marry you.” I ran up the aisle to the altar, grabbed Tracy’s wrist, then ran to the double doors at the back of the church and pushed them open.
I ran even faster, reaching the street. Tracey kept on yelling for me to stop, but I ignored the demand. “Taxi!” I yelled (finding a cab in New York City was like finding an airplane at an airport). One pulled up and I opened the car door, but before steeping in, I turned around to face my one true love and kissed the lips I have longed to kiss. Tracey stood, shocked, but I felt him kiss me back. We eventually hopped into the yellow car.
“What happens now, Ian?” he asked, holding my hand. The smile on my face faded.
“I don’t know.”