Why are you smiling like that?
He whispered, running his fingers in her curly stray blonde hair.
She closed her eyes, and her smile grew even wider… Brushing her hand over the white clover blossoms, she hummed a tune, her head resting comfortably on his lap.
You’re my something old, my something new… My something borrowed and my something blue…
She got up, gazing shortly over her shoulder. Bursting in clear childish giggles, she started twirling in the field’s tall grass.
Are you getting married?
She froze in her movement.
Me? She paused, pensive… Then added, in a breath, Never…