The Bride

She was the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. Her face radiated a warm, effervescent glow, and her eyes danced with the light of many happy days to come. She exuded joy in every movement, her delicate dress lightly fluttering as she laughed and twirled gracefully. All her guests' wishes were acknowledged with the firm gratitude and charming coquettishness that comes from a polite upbringing. She was simply stunning, in every way. I gazed at the scene in wonder. The routine never failed to amaze me. "Isn't she a little too old to be getting married?" A potential customer in a taffeta gown remarked. "She's been coming here every day for the past 2 years." I replied, wistfully. "Her fiancee left her at the altar 63 years ago. I guess some dreams never die."