It was Beau and Belle’s Wedding Day. 

Beau stood with his Best man Brad as the blue-hued guests sat in the sunlight room. 

Beads of perspiration gathering on his forehead, Beau worried ‘How am I going to say the words “I Do” and place the wedding ring on Belle’s finger?’ 

He looked across at his Best Man for reassurance, but Brad gave none. 

His mind and thoughts were on matters of the ten-page speech he proposed to make later.

The night before while making the marital bed; Belle bending forward, about to tuck the sheet into the corners heard a loud pop and a distinctive cracking sound. “Agh… my back my back,” she cried out. She crawled on her hands and knees to reach for Doctor Marrow’s tablets.  

Later, struggling she brushed her teeth, while Bridget her mother stood at the bathroom door. 

There was a disapproving look in her eyes. 

“You know it’s not lucky to be with your future husband the night before the wedding.” She could not bring herself to say sleep with. 

“Mother,” Belle spat the toothpaste out in exasperation, “Would you listen to yourself, I am here in agony the night before my wedding.”

“Beau and I have been living blissfully together for the last year. I did it by the book first time round, Remember how that ended?” 

“Right now my dilemma, ‘how will I walk down the aisle tomorrow?” 

Her mother sighed a deep sigh and kissed her daughter goodnight.

Belle’s yearned for wedding day had finally arrived.

Alone with her pain, she waited outside the Church for Great Uncle Brendan. 

Tears in her eyes, dressed from head to toe in ice blue, she wore a matching crochet garter. She could feel it slip down her thigh. 

Uncle Brendan appeared at her side with a limp, a mischievous smile and a twitch in his eye. He spun her around to face the doorway leading into the registry office. With a ‘whee…ee sound, he pushed her wheelchair forward. And then he let go. 

Out of control, Belle sped all the way down. At full force, she hit Brad the best man. He flew up in the air, hair skew-whiff landing on the shocked registrar’s desk. 

Thrown out of her wheelchair, into the arms of the man she loved, ready to take her vows of ‘I Do in Blue’