Paradise

Just as she was about to back out of the garden quietly, unnoticed, the boy looked up, catching sight of Anastasia.

"Is that a cat on your dress?" he asked.

Anastasia felt her eyes widen, and she glanced up, her green eyes meeting his brown. "Y- Yes," she mumbled, looking away quickly.

A wide grin spread across his face. "I like it. I'm Alan, by the way. Cousin of the groom," he, Alan, said, still smiling at her.

Anastasia felt a small smile spread across her own lips. "Anastasia. Cousin of the bride."

"Why haven't we met before, Anastasia?"

Anastasia and Alan's relationship started weird, and that certainly never changed.

©Austin Carlile;
Title Credit: Paradise, Coldplay.