Could Have Been
The bride fixated her eyes on her groom.
Her escort, a good friend of hers, stood right beside her at the back of the entourage.
He leaned towards her and jokingly whispered, “It could have been me.”
She let out a silent laugh. “It could have been anyone else.”
She looked up and faced him.
He raised his brow, as if expecting for a reply.
She clasped her arm around his.
“Well, it could have been you.” She finally said.
She looked at her groom. He forced a smile.
They started walking down the aisle.