The young man rushed up the stairs. He had to get that dress as soon as possible. The dress was to be completed in five minutes. The young man knocked on the door. The green door opened, and a tall smiling lady handed him the large box. This was the wedding dress. The bride needed to get this within the next twenty minutes. Gerry jumped onto his bike and rushed off to the home of the Mother-of-the-bride, to leave the dress with her.
Having completed this, Gerry next stopped to check in on the caterers for the wedding. The aroma of delicious food wafted from the kitchen. He could see the chefs cutting and cooking up a storm of dishes. The next destination for Gerry was to see the musicians for the live-band. He called the band-leader, and he could hear the sounds of drums in the background. He next walked into the shop of the florist. The flowers were all ready and the bridal bouquet was a dream. The flowers, for this Friday bride, were perfect for her. Friday flowers for bridal powers of love and romance, was a line that came to mind.
Gerry knew that he had forgotten something, it was the wedding rings. He rushed to the jeweller to collect the rings. The gold bands glistened in the sunshine. Gerry had a quick meal of a cheeseburger, rushed in to have a shower, dressed in his best suit and rushed to the altar to wait for his lovely bride to walk up the aisle, to spend the rest of their lives together in matrimony.