"Oh God," Carrie almost whimpered. "Okay." Deep breath in and out. "Okay. I can do this. We're doing this." Her voice was low enough that most people wouldn't hear. There was a knot in her stomach. It was like the calm before a big fight. Nerves were high and she was scared, but she was also excited. Squeezing Dick's hand hard, she reminded herself that she wanted to do this. She did.
The distance from the waiting area to the inside of the chapel was small enough, but seemed to stretch before Carrie's eyes. It only took them a minute before they were standing before a man of the cloth.
Carrie kept her eyes on Dick. As long as she did that, it wasn't quite so scary. As long as she was looking at him, everything was okay. "I love you," she whispered before the preacher started his thing.