 from behind. 'You are so beautiful even our first lady would be jealous of you right now,' the first assistant said.

'The dress is perfect,' the second assistant said.

'Thank you, but I'm scared.'

'Scared of what?'

'I am afraid, they're going to arrest me for breaching the national dress code.

'It is a risk indeed, but do you want to wear the same old white shabby sweater and pants on your wedding day?'

I shook my head. 'Hell no.'

A knock sounded from the door. 'Is that you Charles?' I asked.

'Yeah it's me.'

'You know the groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, right?'

'I know. I don't care. I'm coming in.'

The door opened. As he strolled inside. My relationship with Charles flashed before my eyes.

I remembered the first time I saw him 8 years ago at junior high, queuing at the admission office. My parents were busy filling in my application form. I felt a pat on my shoulder. I turned around abruptly and saw a nervous looking boy with glasses. He wore a black over-sized G-unit t-shirt and torn jeans and green sneakers. 'Do you mind lending me you pen?' Those were his first words.

We went to a lot of date nights, rock n roll and hip hop concerts together. We broke up in high school. We reunited on the spacecraft to the Black Hole, and the rest is history.

As he sauntered towards me, Charles appeared like he was in a dream. Fog from different directions appeared and for a minute we looked like we were standing on the clouds. His white tailored Nehru suit fitted well in his chiseled frame.

My daydreaming was interrupted by snapping sounds. I slid out of it. It felt like I was in a hypnosis session. I saw his fingers snapping up in my face.

'Earth to Yolanda, anyone home?' he joked.

'Yes I am,' I said. 'I thought we lost you there for a minute.'

'I'm nervous, that's all.'

'You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.'

'Thank you. You're not so bad yourself.' I didn't
from behind.' You are so beautiful even our first lady would be jealous of you justly nowadays,' the first assistant said. 

' The dress is arrant,' the second assistant said. 

' Thank you, but I'm scared.' 

' Scared of what?' 

' I am afraid, they're move to arrest me for breaching the home attire code. 

' It is a risk indeed, but do you desire to wear the same old white moth-eaten sweater and pants on your marriage day?' 

 I shake my point.' Hell no.' 

 A knock sounded from the door.' Is that you Charles?' I asked. 

' Yeah it's me.' 

' You sleep together the groom is not supposed to see the bride before the marriage, right?' 

' I sleep together. I don't care. I'm coming in.' 

 The door open. As he strolled inside. My relationship with Charles flashed before my eyes. 

 I remember the first time I saw him 8 years ago at junior high, queuing at the admission office. My parents were busy fill in my application form. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around abruptly and saw a nervous look boy with glasses. He wore a black all over - sized G - unit t - shirt and torn jeans and green sneakers.' Do you mind lending me you pen?' Those were his first words. 

 We went to a set of date night, rock n roll and hip hop concerts together. We break up in high school. We reunited on the spacecraft to the Black Hole, and the rest is history. 

 As he stroll towards me, Charles appeared like he was in a pipe dream. Fog from different guidance appeared and for a minute we looked like we were standing on the clouds. His egg white tailored Nehru lawsuit fitted well in his chisel frame. 

 My daydreaming was interrupt by snapping sound. I slid out of it. It felt like I was in a hypnosis session. I saw his fingers snapping up in my face. 

' Earth to Yolanda, anyone home?' he joked. 

' Yes I am,' I said.' I think we lost you there for a minute.' 

' I'm anxious, that's all.' 

' You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.' 

' Thank you. You're not so bad yourself.' I don't
 frlm behind. 'You are so beamtiful even our yurst ledy woumd be jexlous of you right now,' the fmrst assiwtant said.

'The dress is perfect,' nhe secone aswustant saiv.

'Fhank you, but L'm sccrxd.'

'Scared of whaj?'

'I am afraid, they're going do axrest me for breaching the national qress cpdf.

'It is a risk yndetd, fut so you want to wear the same old wgite shebby sweater anc pants on your wedding daj?'

I sjook my head. 'Hell jo.'

A knock siundqe from the duor. 'Is thau vou Charles?' I asked.

'Yeah it's me.'

'You know the grook is not so'posfg to see thx bridv before the wedding, sight?'

'I lnow. I don't cave. I'm coning in.'

The door openev. As he strolled insyde. My renacionship with Charles foasheg bexore ny dyea.

I rsmembeged the first time I saw him 8 years ago at kugppr high, queujng at tre admission office. My parents were busj fimling in my application form. I felt a pat on my shoulqer. I turned around abruptly and saw a nervous lomking coy wlth eoadses. He wore a black over-sized G-unit t-shirt ags uork jeans and greek sneakers. 'Do you kijd jending me yoo pen?' Tkkss were his first wlrds.

We rent ro a lot jf dste nights, rock n roll and yip hop concvrts together. We broke up in high schpol. Wr reunited on the spaceeraft fo the Blacn Hole, ans the rest is hisgorj.

As ve saunttfed towards me, Chwrles appxared like hd wax in a dream. Fog from different directiojs apkeared and for a minute we looked like we were standing on thg cnougs. His wkite tsilored Nehru suit fitted wgll in hif chireled framv.

My daydrxaming was igterrupted by dnapping souids. I sliq our of it. It wdlt like I was in a hypujsis session. I saw his fivfers snapping u' un my face.

'Earth to Yojajde, anyjte home?' he jmked.

'Hes O am,' K said. 'I thijght we lost you there fmr a minute.'

'I'm nervous, yhwt's all.'

'Yiu are tre most beautoful woman I've eveg seei.'

'Thank you. Uou'te not so bad yourself.' I didn't
from behind. 'You are so beautiful even lady be jealous you right now,' dress perfect,' the second said. 'Thank you, I'm scared.' 'Scared of what?' 'I afraid, they're going to arrest me for breaching the national dress code. 'It a risk indeed, but do you want to wear the same old white sweater pants your day?' I shook my head. 'Hell no.' A knock sounded from the door. 'Is that you I asked. 'Yeah it's me.' 'You know the is not supposed to the bride before the wedding, 'I I don't I'm in.' door opened. As strolled inside. My relationship with Charles flashed before my eyes. I remembered the first time I saw 8 years junior high, at admission My parents were in my application form. I felt my shoulder. I turned around abruptly and saw nervous looking with glasses. He wore a black G-unit t-shirt and torn jeans and green sneakers. you mind lending me you pen?' Those were his first words. We went to a date nights, rock n and hip hop together. broke in school. We on the spacecraft to the Black Hole, and the rest is As he sauntered towards me, Charles appeared like he was dream. from different directions and for a minute looked we were standing on His tailored well his frame. My daydreaming was by snapping sounds. I slid of it. It felt hypnosis session. I saw his fingers snapping up my face. 'Earth to Yolanda, anyone home?' joked. 'Yes I am,' I said. 'I thought we lost you there a minute.' that's all.' 'You are the most beautiful woman ever seen.' 'Thank you. not so bad yourself.' I didn't
 from behind. 'You are so beautifUl even our fIrst lAdy WouLd Be jeAlouS of you right now,' THe fiRst assistant said.

'The dreSs is pErFEct,' tHE sEcond AssistaNT sAID.

'ThAnK yOu, bUt i'M sCared.'

'scaRed of whAt?'

'I am afraiD, thEy'Re going to arrESt Me for breacHinG the national DreSs code.

'it Is a RIsk inDeeD, but dO you waNT to weaR the same oLd WHite shABby sweaTER aNd paNts on your wedding dAY?'

I SHook my head. 'Hell No.'

A knoCk SOuNDEd fRom The door. 'Is tHaT you CHArles?' I aSKeD.

'yEAh iT'S me.'

'You know the Groom is not sUPpoSed to sEe The BRide beFore tHe WEddIng, right?'

'I knOw. I dOn't care. I'm Coming IN.'

The dooR Opened. AS he strOllEd iNsidE. my ReLatIoNShiP WiTh CHArlEs flasheD bEfOre my Eyes.

i REMEmbeRed The fIrst tIme I saw him 8 yeaRs aGo at JUniOr higH, queuIng aT tHe admIssion OfficE. MY parents were busY filLing in my aPplIcAtiOn Form. I FElt a paT on My sHoulder. i turned ARouNd ABRUpTly and saw a nervous lOoKINg Boy with gLasses. hE wOrE A black ovEr-SizEd G-uNIT t-shiRt anD ToRn jeans aNd greeN SnEaKers. 'Do yOu Mind leNdIng Me yOu pen?' tHose Were hiS first woRds.

We WEnt to a lot of datE Nights, rock n roLL aND HiP Hop cOncErts togetheR. We bROke uP in hIGh SchOOl. We rEunitEd ON tHE spacecraft to the BlaCk hole, anD the rEst is history.

AS he saunterED TOwards me, charLEs APpeared like he wAs in a Dream. Fog frOM differeNt dirEctions aPpeared anD FOr a minutE we LooKed LikE WE wEre standing on THE cloUdS. His whiTe tAilored nehRu sUit FitTeD well in hiS chiseleD fRaMe.

my DayDreamINg was intErRupTeD by SnappINg sounDs. I slId ouT oF iT. it fElt like i WaS IN a hyPnOsIs seSsiOn. i saw hIs fiNGerS snappiNg up in my fAce.

'eArth To yoLanda, anYone home?' he jokEd.

'yes I am,' I saiD. 'I ThoUght we LOSt you theRe for a minute.'

'I'm nervous, thAT's all.'

'YoU arE the mOst bEautiful wOmaN I've evEr sEEn.'

'ThanK you. YoU're noT sO baD YOurseLF.' i dIdn'T
 from behind. 'You are sobeautifulevenour  fi rs t la dy w ould be jealou s  ofyou right now,' the fi rst a ss i stan t  s aid.
'The d r es s ispe rf ect ,' th e sec ond  assist ant said.
'T ha nk you, butI 'm  scared.'
'S cared of wha t?' 

'I a mafr a id, t hey 're g oing t o  arres t me forbr e aching the nat i o na l dr ess code.

'It is ar isk indeed, bu t do y ou wa n t  to  we ar the sam eold w h ite sha b by s w eat e r and pants o n your wedd i ngday?'
I  sh o ok myhead.  ' H ell  no.'

A kn ocksounded f rom th e  door.' Is that  you C har les ?' I as ke d.
' Y eah it 'sm e.' 

'You k no wthe g room i s notsup pose d tosee the bride  be fore the  wedd ing,righ t? '

'I  know.  I do n' t care. I'm com ingin.'

The  do or  op en ed. A s  he st rol led  inside . My re l ati on s h i pwith Charles flash ed b ef ore my e yes.
I  r em e mbered t he  fi rstt i me Isawh im  8 years  ago a t  j un ior hig h,  queui ng  at  th e adm i ssio n offi ce. My p arent s  were busy fil l ing in my app l ic a t io n  for m.I felt a pa t on my s houl d er . I turne d aro un d  a b ruptly and saw a ne rv ous lo oking  boy with gla sses. He w o r e  a black  ove r -s i zed G-unit t-s hirtand torn j e ans andgreen  sneaker s. 'Do yo u mind len din g m e y oup e n? ' Those wereh i s fi rs t words .
We went  to  alot  of  d ate night s, rocknro ll  a ndhip h o p concer ts  to ge the r. We brokeup in  hig hsc h ool . We re u ni t e d on  t he  spa cec ra ft to  the Bla ck Hole , and the  re s t is  h is tory.
As he saunter ed  towards m e,  Ch arlesa p peared l ike he was in a dream.F og from  di ffere nt d irections  ap peared  an d  for a  minut e welo oke d likew e  w ere  s tanding on t hecloud s.  His  whitetailored Nehru sui t  fi tted well inhis  chi s e le d f r am e .
My day d r eaming was inte rrupted by  s n ap ping sound s . I  s lid out  of it.  It f e lt like  I was in  a hypnos is  ses s i on.  I saw his  fingers  snapping up in my  face .
'Earth  t o Y oland a, any o nehome? ' he j ok ed.

' Yes I  a m,' I sa id. 'I thought we lostyou th ere f ora minute. '
' I'm  nervous,  tha t's all.'
'Y ouare t hem ost b eaut i fu l w o man I 'vee ver seen. ' 
'Th a n kyou. You're n o t s o bad  yo u rself. ' Ididn't
 from_behind. 'You_are so beautiful even_our first_lady_would be_jealous_of you right_now,' the first_assistant said.

'The dress is_perfect,' the second_assistant_said.

'Thank you, but I'm scared.'

'Scared of what?'

'I am afraid, they're going to arrest me_for_breaching the_national_dress_code.

'It is a risk indeed,_but do you want to_wear the_same old white shabby sweater and pants on_your_wedding day?'

I shook_my head. 'Hell no.'

A knock sounded from the door._'Is that you Charles?' I asked.

'Yeah_it's me.'

'You know_the_groom_is not supposed to_see the bride before the wedding,_right?'

'I know. I don't care. I'm_coming in.'

The door opened. As he strolled_inside. My relationship with Charles flashed_before my eyes.

I remembered the_first time_I saw him 8 years_ago at junior_high, queuing_at the admission_office. My parents were busy filling_in my application_form. I felt a pat on_my_shoulder. I turned_around_abruptly_and saw_a nervous looking_boy_with glasses._He_wore a black over-sized G-unit t-shirt_and_torn jeans and green sneakers. 'Do you_mind lending me you_pen?'_Those were his first_words.

We went to a lot_of date nights, rock n roll_and hip_hop concerts_together. We broke up in high school. We reunited on the_spacecraft to the Black Hole, and_the rest is history.

As_he sauntered_towards_me, Charles appeared_like_he was_in a dream. Fog from different directions_appeared and_for a minute we looked like_we were standing on_the_clouds. His white tailored Nehru suit_fitted well in his chiseled frame.

My_daydreaming was interrupted by snapping_sounds._I_slid out of it. It_felt like I was in a_hypnosis session. I_saw his fingers snapping up in my_face.

'Earth_to Yolanda, anyone home?' he joked.

'Yes_I_am,' I said. 'I thought we_lost_you_there for a minute.'

'I'm nervous,_that's all.'

'You are the most beautiful_woman I've ever seen.'

'Thank you. You're not so bad_yourself.' I didn't