Ally took her seat on the front bench, beside Christie and Lauren and her eyes traveled to Saul, who was standing at the edge of the altar, his dark hair tucked neatly into a pony tail, waiting impatiently as he rubbed his sweaty hands against his tuxedo, his eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions, trying everything in his power to hide the fact that he was a helpless bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, “Here Comes the bride” started being played beautifully by a string quartet and they all turned their heads to the entrance, where Jo stood, looking as stunning as ever, her mouth quivering a little and her eyes at the verge of tears.
Gus walked up to her, dressed in his black tux, with a white rose tucked into his pocket, his beard perfectly trimmed and his ever-present radiant smile hangin
