Standing inside the makeshift church, Silas waited. Then the door opened.
Ivy walked in.
A hush fell over the small gathering. Several guests instinctively held their breath.
Ivy looked breathtaking. Instead of a traditional white gown, she wore a pale pink wedding dress that suited her pink hair.
No one knew how she had found such a dress in the middle of an apocalypse, but it fit her perfectly.
Against her slender frame, she looked like a flower in full bloom.
Her pink hair cascaded down in soft curls, a veil draped gently over it.
For a moment, she looked like a princess pulled straight out of a fairy tale.
As she walked toward Silas, his vision blurred.
Tears welled up, impossible to hold back. There was no joking now. Ivy was someone he had prayed for countless times.
Now that his dream was becoming reality, his heart felt unbearably full.
He had never truly dared to imagine marrying her openly, fearing she might one day grow angry or distant.
