Finally married (2)

Mordecai's standpoint

"Her wedding dress got ripped to shred," Meredith whispered.

"Oh my," the priest gasped.

"Don't worry, Chelsea and I just came back from getting her a replacement. She will be here any minute," and so I waited, counting the seconds as it ticked away on my wristwatch. In exactly fifteen minutes, her party rushed in. I exhaled with relief. I thought this would be a disaster.

Her godfather went out since he was to walk her down the aisle. She wanted to pick her mother's brother (Meredith's father) but her godfather took care of her and raised her instead of him so she went with him—not that her uncle mind.

My eyes were fixed on the door, peering at it as the music came alive. The wedding meant a lot to me because it was real. One day, she would realize how real my love for her is and appreciate the effort our families and friends put into it. And even if she doesn't, she can get a divorce when I'm dead.

"Finally," I breathed out as the door reopened to reveal m