At the end of the altar, stood the man I was going to marry. His name was Lando.
He was wearing a very dirty, torn, and sewer-smelling suit. His hair was long and messy, and his face was covered in a thick beard and soot. He was trembling and hunched over, like a dog accustomed to being beaten on the road.
“My God, that’s disgusting! The groom smells like a trash can!” Julian’s new bride shouted, and the entire church burst into laughter.
