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THE PERKS OF HAVING FACEBOOK
Mellow
strains of classical music and captivating rhapsody drifted through the crowd. The
sunlight sneaked its way through the leaves of the trees thus giving not too
much light to the scenery. The zephyr blew softly through the surrounding
shrubs below the gigantic oak trees, making them rustled. Balloons and twisted
coils of streamers fluttered around the railings and banisters in a harmonious
mix of fuchsia pink, royal purple and gossamer white. The exquisite red and
green striped patio near a picturesque pond filled with an abundant amount of resplendent
carps was occupied by some family members.
The
mesmerizing festive smell of magnolias, gardenias and lilies from the appealing
garden lingered in the atmosphere and captured the hearts and the noses of all
the guests. The family members and guests took their seats in either side of
the walk which led to an iridescent and magical white-washed gazebo. Some of
the parents were busy fussing over their children, fixing their bow ties and
gowns. Out of the blue, the music stopped abruptly and was replaced by the
opening of bridal chorus. All heads snapped towards the far end of the walk. Smiles
and grins were traced on each of the guests’ faces. There she was.
Melanie
Rushford. Her wavy strawberry blond hair was tied in a French bun. She wore a
strapless tulle ivory wedding dress with some light flaxen embroidery on her
bodice. Rhinestones and rubies were sewn perfectly on some parts of her dress. She
also wore a translucent veil. She held tightly to a bouquet of beautiful pastel-coloured
roses. Beam never leave her winsome face as she reached the other end of the
walk. At the gazebo stood the awaiting man who looked stunning in his impeccable
charcoal black tuxedo. His close-cropped blond hair was shining brightly as it
caught the morning sunlight, Midas style. She flashed the man, who was her
husband-to-be, Bryan Adams, her hypnotizing smile as remembrances about their
relationship started to play like an old recording tape in her mind.
“Accept,
accept, accept”
Melanie
was full of satisfactory as she clicked the same button thrice, indicating that
she had approved three new friends which she did not have any idea who they
were. She swept away some fringes and tucked them behind her ear. Melanie was
addicted to Facebook so much. She would spend nearly a day in front of her
computer if not because of her parent’s babbling and her friends’ advices. One
more thing, she loved to accept any friend request in her Facebook account
without knowing their backgrounds, which was so dangerous. A row of knocking
sound made Melanie turned her head towards the door and she hailed.
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Okay, that's it for the first part. Stay tuned for the upcoming entries!
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