Girl, let me hollar at you, my wedding day . Blue and white bells hagging from the ceiling top, a song playing on the record player. You know the one by Larry Graham( ONE IN A MILLION YOU).Harold always told me that I was his one in a million lady, he could love no other.But you know how men are, their eyes get to roaming, and they sometimes let what's in their pants talk for them. My father walked me down the asile to the alter, gave me over to Harold, and he whispered something to him like "'you better take care of my little girl, if you don't I will hunt you down and kill you'". At the Lover's Lane hall where the reception took place the food was catered and it smelled good until some people tasted the chicken, the people say it tasted like wood.