Glasses clinked as the champagne flowed freely, the sound mirroring the laughter on the lawns.
It was certainly a huge turnout, bigger than what Natalie had expected. Turning away from the window, she looked at herself in the mirror once again. The dress fit her form perfectly and her hair was pulled into a beautiful bun.
Walking down the staircase, she stretched her arms out in greeting, ‘Darling Maya, you came! How lovely!’
A couple of air-kisses later, Maya exclaimed, ‘Natalie, congratulations! Seems like yesterday!’
‘Happily married for 23 years , darling.’
Five feet away, her husband snorted into his drink.
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.