Click.
The bride, drowning in lace and caked with makeup, her genuine smile cracking that shell with bright inner happiness.
Click.
The groom, unsmiling, tailored and trim. Almost grim.
Click.
A closeup; hands, held tightly.
Click.
Closer still. The ring.
Bringing the camera screen closer to my face, I study the ring, its facets and immense size and gaudy structure. I’ve done this before, of course, but always with someone else’s pictures. I need to be sure of this, positive of what I see.
I glance into my palm. The ring sparkles. Yes, it is the same- the facets, the size, the brilliant display of wealth.
I quickly close my fingers back over the fake jewel, glancing around to make sure no one has come into the side hallway with me.
Reentering the reception hall, I see the newlyweds chatting with some guests.
The bride is so comfortable with me by now, so happy with the pictures I’ve taken, that she hardly hesitates when I ask to take a picture of the rings.
I walk away, positioning their rings near the cake.
Click.
I show her a picture of the real diamond as, unsuspecting, she slips on the fake.
Click.
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Abigail Penhallegon
I'm an aspiring novelist. I've started many stories and just recently become more confident in my abilities due to the encouragement of great friends and teachers. I'd like to spread joy through my writing, so prepare for happy endings. :)
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A great challenge entry. Well done!
The vivid descriptions and carefully crafted moments create a sense of tension and anticipation. Well done!!! 🥰🥰
Well done, great take on the challenge!!
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