Sixty-Eight: Finally Married!

SIX MONTHS LATER.

The chapel was bright lit and the orchestra sang more beautifully than the summer birds chirping in the skies. It was a Tuesday for everyone else but to Sofia, it was the day of her wedding. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, adorned with flowers by the hemming of the dress.

And looking up to Oscar’s face, she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming—that this was truly happening. It was, after so long and everything, every decision they had made had led them to this very moment and heaving a deep breath, Sofia realized it was worth it.

“I made a drawing some years ago, the very first day I laid my eyes on you. You were sitting across from me in the noisy, rowdy chaotic classroom but you were the only thing that caught my eyes. You were not like anyone I had ever met before…”

“You were kind,” Oscar paused. “You were smart, and patient because not a lot of us can handle half the teasing and bullying that you went through. It goes without saying I rea