It was the day before your wedding. This was frustrating. Neither of you wanted this.. this needs to be fixed.

"Sit," he said, pointing at the chair beside him.

"I'm not your dog."

He dropped whatever he was reading and turned to me, his silver eyes dropping to my body before they met mine. He looked taken aback for a moment before saying,

"Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway."