Sabrina's wedding did not go exactly as planned. Oh, the place was beautiful and her groom was perfect and everything was going swimmingly.
Until he showed up.
She didn't look at him, not at first. Not until he landed beside her and spoke.
"Five years and that's all you have to say for yourself?" she demanded but the comment's power was sullied by the grin she felt splitting her face. He returned it full force, his handsome face all but breaking her heart. He reached out and began to lift her veil.
"What are you doing?"
Sabrina started with guilt and surprise, a bit more of the former because she had, in fact, forgotten that her fiancé was standing right beside her.
Puck looked at Bradley then back to her. "Who's this joker?"
"My fiancé," Sabrina said.
"Huh," Puck said. "Hey, did you really think I would miss your wedding?"
"It was an ill-founded hope," she said, not meaning a word of it.
"I'm trying to get married," Bradley said and Sabrina realized