Marriage

Nadia in her white flowing wedding dress. In her room. With her Aunt. Prepping. The hour was near. Walking the aisle with a small ceremony. Greg had a few pals and Nadia even fewer. They both had next to no family either. But they had each other.

“Why are you marrying Greg?” Aunt Laine said.

A redhead too with grey hairs. 67-years-old. Very pretty too. Aged like fine wine. Nadia’s family all looked impeccable. But now Aunt Laine and her were the only ones left.

“What… Not this again? I thought you liked him now?” Nadia sighed.

“I know… I know… But your kids won’t thank you…” Aunt Laine said.

“What? Being pretty has been the biggest curse in my life. I want my kids to look normal… But that’s not the point. I would marry Greg if he was a supermodel or a pig in a wig,” Nadia said crossly.

“I’m just kidding… I was just testing you… Greg is a good man… I love that – Pig in a Wig!” Aunt Laine laughed.

Nadia wasn’t impressed.

The hour was here…

Nadia walked out and up the aisle. A small town church. Nadia – radiant as the sun. In her white dress. Greg stood there stiff and pink. Sweating.

“Will you marry me?” He blurted out as she stood facing him.

She laughed.

“You already asked that question silly,” she smiled, “And the answer will always be yes.”

He relaxed.

Aunt Laine sighed. Good thing Nadia isn’t into sex. If you squinted your eyes – he really did look like a pig in a wig.