Kyle rushed into the room and threw his beloved wife onto the bed. He observed her white dress, snug to her body with a structured cut.

"Love! Is that dress you're wearing too daring?"

"Well, you're not going to tell me how to dress. It's better that you let me go. I want to enjoy my wedding," she said, getting up and taking firm steps past him to leave the room.

Kyle blinked several times; it seemed like a big fight was approaching. However, he was content; after every fight, reconciliation is