Sara woke up and looked around all she could see was the oak dresser and the mahogany wardrobe, the mismatching furniture made her smile inwardly at the mess that her friend called a bedroom, and then her eyes stopped on the thing she had been looking forward to for the past five months, a perfect white halter-neck dress with diamantes on and soft silky gloves which were whiter than a floating cloud on a summers day, plus shoes of the softest lace. This was her outfit for today as today is the day that she will stop being Sara Tancredi and she will become Sara Scofield. This is her wedding day.
Michael was woken by Lincoln shouting and pounding on his door. He smiled as he remembered that today was his wedding day. After Sona they had lost all hope but he was happier right now then he had been for a long time, last time he was this happy, it was the night Sara agreed to become his wife.
Michael and Sara were dining together at a fancy, Italian restaurant but Sara had noticed a very subtle change in Michael’s behaviour, he was always checking the time and looking around plus he wasn’t paying that much attention to what she was saying. Finally she gave up and sighed, she started to reach for her bag, which was at the side of her when she looked at Michael and saw that he wasn’t even paying attention, he was looking behind him. With that new information Sara decided to take action. She slowly and quietly took hold of her purse and stood, then she quickly but silently walked to the reception collected her coat and with one last glance at Michael, she walked out of the door. Michael who was still looking behind him, noticed the waiter coming over with the special , non-alcoholic wine, it was special because inside Sara’s glass there was a specially made engagement ring that he hoped would seal his and Sara’s futures together officially. He would have to remember to apologize to Sara later; he had been on edge all night and had not been paying the best attention to everything said. He turned around to face Sara when he noticed that she wasn’t there he looked all around and noticed that even her purse was gone.
His thoughts were interrupted when Lincoln started shouting again.
Whistler was looking out of the window down on the church where Sara had just entered. He was crying, he was not invited to his own sister’s wedding. He remembered a time when they used to be as close as anything, back when she was just an innocent, little girl that adored her big brother.
"James, put me down" Sara screamed.
"Or what “ James said laughing.
"James put your sister down" Their mum shouted.
"I love you big bro " Sara proclaimed proudly.
" And I love you too little sis" James whispered adoringly while gazing into her little hazel eyes.
** END OF FLASHBACK**
Whistler looked on silently remembering, with tears running down his beaten face.
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