His foot tapped against the marble, entranced by the whole building and it's sheer beauty. Ethereal was all he could think.

As he made a stop down the aisle, he heard the soft prayers of an angelic voice.

A soft prayer of thanks, prayed by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen; her knees pressed against the pews, her head bowed, covered by a thin veil.

"I need your help," he muttered softly as he watched your lashes bat open, revealing the prettiest orbs he had ever seen.