It\'s a beautiful day for a wedding.
All these years in the same town and I had no idea until I saw his name on t.
I\'m not supposed to be here.
His new wife is next to him, gazing upwards, oblivious.
He\'s still handsome.
And there he is - my husband - getting to his feet to propose a toast.
A spoon chimes against a champagne flute and the room falls silent.
White roses scent the air and the summer sunlight streams in.
It\'s a beautiful day for a wedding