Love You Forever: Chapter One The aisle seemed so long from here. Over the white sandy beach, the carpeted section stood out like a sore thumb, detracting from the natural beauty of the area. However, helps can't cope with sand, and even if this day wasn't a special one Tiffany would never wear heels to the coast. Up in front of her was a man she recognised instantly: it was a face she'd looked at for thousands of days, and endless nights were spent fantasising over him. And the moment she'd had time to comprehend the dashing good looks of her husband, his eyes met hers, and the look that ensued was one of sheer adoration and respect. They had recently turned 21 and this day marked their unofficial 5 year anniversary. Nate adored his wife, an absolute queen in his eyes, and he couldn't believe he was really marrying her again, for the third time. The first had been a disaster: friendships falling apart underneath a glittering facade for the public. The second was intimate, at their final year ball, which marked a transition in their relationship. It helped to spark things up, and renew the warmth that stayed inside of Tiffany every second she was with her husband now. Every step she took towards him marked something. She thought about the children she'd bore for him, she thought about the many years she'd spent loving him before either of them truly knew, she thought about every kiss, every date, every intimate moment they'd shared together. It made her feel old. She had a maturity about her that made her seem so wise. She'd seen the world, she'd been a woman far before her time. She'd left childish things behind in pursuit of true love and she'd won. She came out on top time and time again. Every time she looked at Nate she felt like a winner. He is truly dashing, and someone who women and girls alike adored. He has natural wit, elegance, sophistication and dazzling good looks, but also an air of mystery, a certain sense of maturity and also a devilishly mischievous side to him. But his face now was a picture of perfection. He loves me, she thought to herself, that gorgeous man loves me. From the sides of the aisle were a scattering of familiar faces: Tiffany's half sister, Ellie and her husband Joe, Nate's brother. They were holding Serena's hand, Tiffany and Nate's first born, who was beaming up at her mummy. They'd grown inexplicably close over the past few years, and as a 4 year old, she'd now started to enjoy her company and enjoyed wandering around London with her mummy. Stood with Nate was his best man, Charlie, who's Nate's best friend. He's been best man three times now and consistently delivers the best and most original best man's speeches. He was holding Nate's other best man, his son Freddie. Freddy loved his daddy and couldn't bare to be away from him. When Nate was away or out for the night, Tiffany always had the hardest time getting Freddie to sleep. Mollie, Tiffany's best friend was at the other side of the altar and stood beside her was Tiffany's mother. They'd grown a special bond over the past 5 years which grew stronger and stronger with each baby that was born. She was a fantastic grandmother and never failed to spoil her grandchildren. It was a small ceremony, just how Tiffany had wanted it. The vows were simple, even plain, but she knew Nate meant every word and that even though their lives had settled down that they loved each other more with each passing day. The kiss they shared was electrifying, it consumed all of her mind and her thoughts were directed only to him and the huge sense of achievement she had every time she kissed him. When their lips finally parted Tiffany looked into his eyes as everyone clapped, and as they were handed their two perfect children, they proceeded down the aisle as a family, untied and content in their lot. But there was a buzz of something in the air that evening, something that lingered between two people in the small audience, which threatened to ruin the whole day.