She looked across the room at the man who was to be hers. Handsome beyond his forty years; he had the body of a man twenty years his junior. Suzette loved him more than words could say, but she wasn’t sure if he felt the same. For three years they had courted; dining in the finest restaurants and seeing the finest plays. It did not take Suzette long to fall head over heels for this debonair man. Despite his rough around the edges quality, Suzette felt he was a good and sweet man.
Now it was their wedding day and Suzette felt the pressure piling up on her. Over time she had not come to know this man; whose appetite for women never diminished, and whose mood always seemed to swing. Yes, she loved him beyond words, with all of her heart, and most of her soul. She longed for him and for him to be hers, jealous of every look of want young women seemed to cast his way. The agonizing part was that he always seemed to respond with the same longing looks.
Feeling defeated, yet excited to be marrying her love, Suzette thought about her relationship. The lack of love she felt from him; it was more the feeling of being used from her family’s money or title. Drowning in all these feelings, Suzette thought she might be making a mistake, but she still loved and wanted this man. All this flitted through her mind as the last wedding photograph was taken.