Uneaten cake. Untouched presents. Unopened wine. The remains of a celebration that never occured lay still as if in a picture frame.

Lucy Rose pulled you near to her, her leg over your own. The remains of the cigarette smoke left the air and all remained was silence between the wed.

Her deep voice spoke lowly, her eyes searching for your own. "Are you done with the complaining? We still have a few hours left of the night, darling."

Lucy then whisper softly, her eyes gazing around the room at what she had missed. "You know why I couldn't be here. Cheer up, doll. A smile deserves to be upon that face of yours. What's the big deal about it? You know I'm a busy woman."

Well, she'd make it up, anyways.