Bright morning.
Golden sun ray.
Cool, soft breeze.
The garden was breathingly beautiful that morning; the flowers were carefully plucked and used to make a slim walkway that led to the beautifully decorated grotto.
The tree leaves danced very slowly, soft fluttering a calming sound to the beautiful gathering.
Everyone important was seated on the elegantly decorated chairs in the garden, the large trees shielding them from the cooling.
A large flower arch stood magnificently behind the decorated statue and in front of the statue stood Lake.
Handome, regal, tall, sophisticated, and... in love.
He stood there, dressed in a comfortable expensive, sage green tailored suit. His hand confidently placed on his side as he waited for his bride.
Soon, the crowd gasped softly in surprise and appreciation, everyone turning their head down the decorflower walkway, including Lake.
The crowd collectively gasped, heads turning down the flower-lined walkway, including Lake's.
