Millicent commanded. Cy looked at her and was up in an instant. “Yes, darling, I’m coming. It is our time. I want you, and only you, to be my wife.” Millicent waited as he crossed the room, her heart bursting with love. The congregation cheered as Cy reached her side, took her hand, and pulled her close. Derrick and Vivian stood in the pulpit, two proud parents cheering them on. This moment was everything she’d ever envisioned. She couldn’t be happier. She was marrying the man of her dreams. And then they were dancing: down the aisles, out the door, across the parking lot, and through a meadow filled with flowers. The well-wishing cheers of the congregation, who’d followed them out to the parking lot, dimmed as they moved farther and farther away. Suddenly, they were alone, the sound of classical music surrounding them. Cy pulled Millicent to his chest and kissed her passionately. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said, panting. “I want you, I want you now!” “Yes, take me, take me!”
