The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.


The names of the couple was written in bold gold on various stands in the hallway. It was a sight to behold: "Marie weds Markson."
Markson was waiting eagerly but anxiously on the aisle for his beautiful bride, Marie. He held his breath as soon as he saw his beloved bride and her father as they walked down the aisle. Only he could explain how long they waited for this day to be lived...


Marie stared at her beloved Markson as she walked down the aisle. She was attracted to him in an inexplicable way. Like the honeybee was attracted to the nectar, like the magnet was attracted to metal. She stared into his amber eyes, as she walked up to him, as the rest of the world fell silent, as the rest of the world rounded into oblivion.


Her father, Jensen, led her to him, her lover, her soon to be husband, her life...