It had been the day that Abigail had always dreamed of, a big lavish wedding surrounded by all of her family and friends filled with laughter and joy.

The vows had been exchanged, the toasts made, the endlessly courses of food consumed and now, as the sun began to set, it was time to dance.

The band you had hired played your first dance song, a slow and romantic song that you both swayed along to as you held one another and just savoured the moment.

“Y’know I think this has been the perfect day.”

She whispered to you, a hand placed on your chest as she gazed adoringly upon you, admiring you in your wedding suit as you did the same for her in her wedding dress. Your eyes enjoying how it clung to every curve of her.