The perfect bride

 

The perfect bride 

 

I promised I would never get married again, not after two failed marriages, but then I met, and fell for, Cassie. I didn’t even care when she told me, withing the first few days of the two of us talking, that she was transgender. To me she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. The fact that she was transgender made no difference whatsoever, and if other people didn’t like it, they could just fuck off. 

Now, as I stared out of the window, the bouquet weighing heavily in my arms, I began to think I had been right all along. She wasn’t going to come. It had all been too good to be true. Glancing at my watch I saw she was already twenty minutes late, and the registrar had already told me she couldn’t wait more than another ten minutes. 

“Well, are we going to do this then?” Cassie, my bride to be, whispered from behind. “Or are you just going to stand there staring out of the window?” 

Spinning around I almost dropped the flowers as I came face to face with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in a full wedding dress, with the veil covering her beauty. 

“I was scared you weren’t coming,” I said, as I took a step forward. 

“I was scared you weren’t as well.” 

“You look stunning,” I told her, as I handed her the bouquet, and took her hand. “Now let us go in there and get married. I want nothing more than to make you my wife.” 

 

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