Leap Of Fate

He's wearing a black three-piece suit that clung to his body like second skin. His smile reached his eyes, the entire universe reflected in them. They spoke of promise and of hope, of excitement and of eagerness. They made his handsome features more handsome by the sheer happiness that emanated from them. His smile, oh his smile! Like the first time she saw him, it's sweet and captivating. It spoke of anticipation, bliss, and hope. He's the perfect groom.

All six feet of him stood at the end of the aisle, waiting. He’s happy, nervous, anxious and giddy all at the same time. His gaze fixed on the person walking towards him. He widened his smile at the space between. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He seemed to see his future flash in front of him in a montage.

As Serene looked at Bryan’s bright eyes, she cannot help but feel like she was stepping into one of her dreams many years ago.

In her dream, he was waiting for her with a smile stamped upon his face. He looked at her, adoration filled his eyes, as she took her time to walk down the aisle. Dressed in white and holding a tiny bouquet, she glided towards the altar, closing the gap between them inch by inch. Looking up, she smiled at him from beneath the thin veil that covered her face. He smiled back at her.

Today, he wore the same smile. It was the kind that melts your heart, makes your knees weak, and makes your heart beat from your chest. It’s the smile that assures you that from that day forward, nothing else mattered. Everything else is ephemeral and only you and him exist.

She first saw Bryan in one of the fashion events she hosted when she was in college. She would do such part-time jobs after joining and winning a local beauty pageant. He was one of the male models for the fashion event.

Half an hour before the actual show, the event organizers have asked everyone to gather in a small function hall for some last-minute reminders and adjustments. Like everyone else, she went to the function hall.

As soon as she opened the door, the frigid air from the air conditioner embraced her. The knee-length red dress she wore did not help her at all. She let out a shiver as goosebumps formed on her exposed arms. She automatically rubbed her arms, hoping that whatever friction she created would generate enough warmth.

“You must be cold,” the deep and warm voice of a young man welcomed her as he reached out to give her his jacket.

She was a little surprised by the unexpected gesture, and his warm smile had drawn her to him. It was a toothy smile, almost like from a toothpaste commercial. However, unlike those advertisements, his smile reached the eyes giving off a warm and friendly vibe. It lit up his face and made everything around him fade in a blur.