She looked beautiful. Even with a little smirk on her face,
somebody must have told her that I wore her jersey and won the race.
I really hope those pictures don't get leaked to back to Desigual.



We exchanged vows. Then the rings.
It was great seeing both sides of our family in one place smiling together.
Especially after everything we have been through; they say time heals wounds.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

I was officially hitched and surprisingly everything went off smoothly.
Time to party and celebrate at the wedding reception.

Drinks, drinks, and more drinks.
It was the only way I was going to mentally prepare to dance with my wife.
And put up with her relatives for the afternoon, especially her father.

30 minutes in and I was already on a full buzz.
But it was all in good fun. I had no where to be
and my mom was looking after Zooey.

We had a blast all night and right as people were starting to leave,
the music cut out and someone was tapping on their glass with a spoon.
It's a wedding tradition that meant Chloe and I had to kiss.

So, I started scanning the crowd to find Chloe.
The tapping starts again. In a totally disarray I couldn't find her.
Then I looked at where the tapping was coming from... there she was.

What a prankster, she was the one doing the tapping.
Wait, what's going on? She had grabbed one of the microphone stands.



"Hi, everybody. Before you all start leaving,
I would like to make one final toast."