"You're wearing white?"
She blushed, and for some reason that encouraged me.
"How about a little hokey-pokey with the best man, for old times' sake?" I whispered.
"The old times were good," she said, and left it at that.
"I want to hear all about the honeymoon," I said, holding her close as we danced. "I'll give you a ring when you get back."
"No, you won't." She smiled a little too wisely. "I guess I always knew you never would."
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch