PRESTON WAS LEFT BREATHLESS, as he watched Damaris walk down the aisle. He had thought of this moment, for months, and still could not have imagined a more beautiful sight.
Damaris smiled, as she witnessed the reaction on his face. Tears welled up, as she anticipated being held in his arms. She missed him. The last time she had laid eyes on Preston, was a week ago. It was a mutual agreement to allow themselves the time to commune with God, prior to their union. Now, as she caressed his face with her eyes, she was more in love than ever. She felt as if she was walking on clouds, as she moved closer and closer to the man God had chosen for her.
Preston was corralled by an intense restraint, as he stood in place waiting for his bride. A grin seemed to stretch his face, beyond its limit. He felt like he was beaming with pride. He, silently, thanked God (as he had done, countless times) for leading him to his destiny. Damaris Rhenay was his wife. He knew it, just as he knew his name was Preston Lambert.Get your copy to read more ... http://tinyurl.com/8y6n79a
