Sarah?

The Previous day—

The clock had rolled off to four when we hit the road for the grand procession. The engagement was a spectacular, magical occasion with crowds cramming outside The Phoenix resembling a herd of directionless sheep. The roads were blocked throughout the city with vampires, witches, grim-reapers, ghosts, and even the fairies scattered in a confused heap at the marvellous entrance awaiting the long-due arrival of the First Son (His ugliness) and his soon-to-be bride. (A charming princess)

A wave of excitement washed over the city. Tiny flags waved over the countless heads as the audience hooted, aligning with the rhythms of saxophones, trampolines, and bands of the elite Army.

There were keepsake wedding souvenirs everywhere, studded brooches, wedding cards, decks, ribbons, aroma candles, figurines, calendars, cups, t-shirts, belts, bras, condoms…condoms? People are gonna put his face on their d**k. Granted, he the prick is an upset dick himself. Seriously?

I giggle