Fill: Challenge #335 (DW)
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tenminutesadayAll right, I'm doing this straight in the editor from memory. Luckily, there's no actual dialogue in this scene.
Thirty-seven years!
Donna patted down an imaginary puff in the white satin of her dress and rearranged her veil around her shoulders.
Thirty-seven blimmin' years!
Next to her, her father took her arm, asked her readiness with a pointed glance, then nodded to the usher standing by the doors to the nave of St Mary's. Grabbing the cast iron handles, the woman threw her weight to pull them open.
It's finally happening! Finally!
Her beautiful Lance, in his tailored tux and silk waistcoat, beamed at her from his position next to the minister at the altar.
It's perfect! Everything I ever dreamed of, exactly how I've always wanted it! Well, except Granddad's laid up. Can't be perfect without Grandad here.
Her mother Sylvia leant into the aisle to see her daughter in her moment of glory, her proud smile all for Donna.
And that hat. I told her, lose the hat, I said. She promised not to wear that hat. And yet, look at her! Does she have to ruin everything? Suppressing a petulant grumble, she glanced down at her father's hand on her arm. That was wrong, too. She re-linked their arms, correctly this time, and patted his hand, reassuring him with a smile as the pipe organ above them played the first chords of the "Bridal Chorus".
Thirty-seven years!
Donna patted down an imaginary puff in the white satin of her dress and rearranged her veil around her shoulders.
Thirty-seven blimmin' years!
Next to her, her father took her arm, asked her readiness with a pointed glance, then nodded to the usher standing by the doors to the nave of St Mary's. Grabbing the cast iron handles, the woman threw her weight to pull them open.
It's finally happening! Finally!
Her beautiful Lance, in his tailored tux and silk waistcoat, beamed at her from his position next to the minister at the altar.
It's perfect! Everything I ever dreamed of, exactly how I've always wanted it! Well, except Granddad's laid up. Can't be perfect without Grandad here.
Her mother Sylvia leant into the aisle to see her daughter in her moment of glory, her proud smile all for Donna.
And that hat. I told her, lose the hat, I said. She promised not to wear that hat. And yet, look at her! Does she have to ruin everything? Suppressing a petulant grumble, she glanced down at her father's hand on her arm. That was wrong, too. She re-linked their arms, correctly this time, and patted his hand, reassuring him with a smile as the pipe organ above them played the first chords of the "Bridal Chorus".