The Wedding: Clint, Maryanne and ELVIS.
Maryanne stood in the back of the chapel, with an unknown man dressed as Elvis. One of the better impersonators if she could say so herself. She was dressed as Marilyn Monroe, without the blonde hair. Her makeup wasn't caked on, it was simple, black lining her eyes, and long lashes, with ruby red lipstick. Still she felt beautiful. And she didn't know if it was because of the man in the front of the chapel, or the simplicity of being in the guise lent to her.
"Well little lady, are you ready to walk the walk to your beau up there?" The man beside her offered in his Elvis like timbre. She could only nod, as she slipped her arm through his. Holding tight to the cascading lavender rose bouquet. As they stroll down the isle, the man beside her started in with I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.
"Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you
Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you."
About halfway Maryanne caught Clint's eye, and even as she began to tear up, she began to mouth the words.