Man and Wife*

Email me if you would like to complete this story. I'm interested in other endings as I myself have altered the story line into two varieting paths.

Dimitri moved restlessly without seeing the guests that poured in from the high doors of the church. He simply stared at his shoes which constantly found themselves in motion. Either down the carpeted aisle or outside on the church steps. Ten minutes before the ceremony, they found themselves quite far from where they were suppose to be.
In his nervous agitation, Dimitri had wandered to the gardens behind the church where he was oblivious to the smells of blooming flowers and fresh grass. He pulled at his collar and cleared his throat. "..in health and in sickness, wait...or is it in sickness and in health?" He began once again and attempted to get it right this time. After all, it was really embarassing during his elopement when he couldn’t even get his bride’s name right!

“I take thee, An--"
“Is there a problem, sir?"
“Oh no, none. I assure you I want to be married." He hesitated before he leaned toward his wife-to-be and grinned sheepishly, “What should I call you?"
“What should you call me? Well, hopefully not Oswald!"
“Would you pefer it if I shorten it to Oz then?"
“Um, may I proceed?" The preist could not help but smile in amusement and much confusion.
“I take thee, Your Serene...Royal, is it?...Highness Anastasia Nic-"
“That’s not my name!" She pouted, hands on her hips, her auburn hair in such a way which looked funny to him. He had to pretend he was coughing.
“Shall I try again my love?"
“If you must! Though you are getting better at this matrimony business." She smiled at his unconscious endearment.
“I take thee, Anya... do you have a last name?"
“I don’t know! What’s wrong with Romanov?"
“You’ve renounced your title and fortune by marrying me."
“I haven’t marry you yet! And I’m wondering if I have the patience to go through with this! Now hurry up."
He only laughed. He couldn’t help it. Her hair looked so bad! When she fumed, it made her strands bounce in the most ridiculous way! She glowered at him but her eyes meant no such hate. She would always love him no matter how her patience was strained, or rather the other way around. After all, it gave them something to laugh about afterwards.

The church was in a state of uproar. The wedding march had begun and everyone took their positions. Smiles were directed as the procession traveled down the aisle and rose petals decorated the entricate carpet.
Anya stepped foward. Her hair was down in soft curls and white flowers decorated the crown of her head. A simple veil was attached on the back. She proceeded down to the altar with a quiet smile on her face. The flowing snow white of her dress barely touched the floor.
She gasped and froze in the middle of the church. She stood motionless, staring ahead.
Sophie, with her bubbly bounce and incredibly tall hat with a feather the size of the Eiffel Tower, reached for Anya’s hand and cried. “Why, what is the matter my dear?"
“What’s wrong?" Anya cried with wide eyes. “Look!"
“Yes," Sophie replied, not understanding.
“Well?"
“Well, what? Anya, there’s nothing to be nervous about! You’re getting married... why, you are already married!"
“Sophie! I realize that but I can’t renew my vows."
Sophie simply blinked. No one seem to understand Anya’s distress. They gave her comforting words and ushered her toward the altar.
“Are we ready to begin?" asked the preist.
“No, we aren’t!" Anya attempted to continue but Vlad spoke.
“Please, just tell us what’s wrong."
“There is no we!" Heads turned in the direction of Anya’s pointed finger. No, there was no we. The groom’s place was empty.

To be continued in...

The Russian Stud / For Better or For Worse / Katie's Continuation

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I'm not sure when they changed "man and wife" to "husband and wife," so if it was much earlier, then oops. My mistake; please inform me if it bothers you.

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