As I reached my apartment, I tried to sneak into the elevator. But alas, the elevator seemed to be out of order. My bad, cursing myself I took the sta...rways. My flat is in the fifth floor, the top most of that apartment. I had never had such a worse day in my life ever. On reaching the fifth floor, I found her, Pallavi, my neighbor, hot enough to seduce any guy in the world. She looked so confused, wandering outside her flat in chaos. I walked past her to open my flat’s doorway. Paused for a. I turn to facing the man who spoke those words and even though today is a somber occasion, I smile as soon as I see him. I can't help it; it's an involuntary reaction. Something down deep in my soul feels that way every God damned time I see him. Sorry about the profanity, but I've been cursing ever since I was twelve.He looks very dashing in his navy blue suit. I picked that one out for him today. He leans down at the slightest tug from the other woman in his life. Sometimes I think she has a. Andy's arm around my waist on the way to the car wasmore than a show of affection. He practically had to hold me up. At leastI needed a guide to stay on the sidewalk. We were stopped twice byconcerned cops and each time I showed off my ring and kissed Andy."Congratulations," to me and "Make sure she gets home safely," to Andy.The next few weeks were a blur. Most of our time was spent planning thewedding. Momma took care of things at home. She even managed to getFather Jeff to agree to. Greeting those who entered was a gray granite fireplace inset with large amethyst crystals – glittering purple prisms reflected off the walls as flames burned in the logs below. An oval cashmere rug lay on the polished oak floor in front of the fire, three decorative pillows tossed beside it. A single black leather armchair was at one side, and a fabric tapestry covered lounge on the other. The drapes hung like oversized violet petals in sheer layers from two floor-to-ceiling windows on.