By William Shaw
The seventh moon of Jupiter made an excellent wedding venue.
The ceremony was lovely. Very traditional. We both wore white, which I know is outdated but works well in space. It’s all about the contrasts. The reception was fun, although I did have to stop a massively pissed Uncle Derek messing with the airlock.
“Brown Eyed Girl” was our first dance. Bit too fast, in the best way.
When we got to our room, we turned off the gravity. We were both very drunk, a bit giggly.
We’d always liked to kiss beneath the stars.
Now we were kissing among them.
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