This is the end of the story in the other question.sry i coudlnt fit it all. and again.pls excuse my spelling?

but married or not she was still sitting at the bottom of the sstairs, an dpositive that she was creasing the beautiful dress. but she didn't care. because she had a secret. her heart, the one she had claimed belonged to the man who had watched her walk towards him at the altar, actually belonged to another. a man who, infact, was sitting in the audience as she had stumbled down the isle. one who had heard ehr speak those words, 'i do', on ewho had watched as her veil was lifted from her face and she was wed. but ost iportantly one who had shouted no objection when the Pastor had asked. for, as no on eknew or would have dared guess,, her love was unrequitted.