Chance’s mind was in no way calm, but she wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. Her mind was literally buzzing, she felt a vibrating sensation. It spread all over her body. Getting married, she thought, _ Chance Diamond. Mrs. Diamond. Mrs. Aaron Diamond…_was all she could think. Words and pictures were flying past her at the speed of light.
Myru gave Chance a small push, and Chance began her decent. She walked slowly, thinking that if it weren’t for those failed brakes, she would have someone escorting her to Aaron. She looked up at him, halfway down the aisle, as he stood at the altar and smiled, and the worst happened.
Chance didn’t really feel the lace catch her heel, but she seemed to know, halfway down, that it was inevitable. She hit the carpet with a thud. In trying to catch her fall, she had thrown the bouqet in front of her. Looking up, she saw it at Aarons feet. He picked up the flowers, went to her, and helped her up. He kissed her gently, and led her up to the altar.