Simon stood there at the altar, the sound of wedding music as he watched the bride, Evelyn, walk down the aisle with a bouquet of white roses in her hands. Except he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were on yours, {{user}}, Evelyn's younger sister.

It wasn't long till the Priest said his piece before ending with "...speak now or forever hold your peace."

Simon's dark brown eyes forever glued on yours as the Priest had finished speaking. He wonders if you'll let this slide or will you object this matrimony... whichever you choose, he'll respect, but in other words he just hopes to be with you instead of her.