"You nervous?" You asked Dallas as you stood next to him at the alter. He shook his looking down, bouncing on his feet. "Yeah, I guess. I mean I really love her." He told you looking you in the eye. You nodded. You knew he was happy with her and that made you happy. You were still angry with what he said to you when you told him you liked him. But that was a part of the past.

"Hey, Dallas." Johnny gestured  ahead. You both looked up and saw his wife walking down in white. She looked liked an angel and she looked like a female Soda. Those movie star looks, flawless grin and  body. She made you so insecure.

Dallas gasped as she approached him.
He took her face in his hands.

You realized you entered the wedding with hard feelings for Dallas.

You left with none. But in a good way.