Marie adjusted the skirt and smiled uneasily at him.

"How do Ah look?"

Breathtaking, just breathtaking. He knew he'd have to stop pretending within the next ten minutes. The fantasy, in which he had been living, it had got to come to and end.

"Perfect, kid."

She turned around to look herself in the mirror once again.

"Ah'm just so nervous...what if something goes wrong?"

He watched her for a few seconds.

"It won't. And...Marie, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She faced him again with a sheepish smile.

"Tryin' to change my mind, are we?"

Bullseye. Instead, "You know I wouldn't do that...whatever makes you happy makes me happy."

Lies. And he knew it.

She looked at the clock. Time to go.

He stood up and straightened his tux, extended his arm for her to take.

"Ready to give me away?" she asked, her big, brown, trustful eyes gazing into his.

This was the end. He knew that this would be the last time she would be his.

"Ready as I'm ever gonna be, darlin'."