Never Forget (Memories)

the reception room. The tables are round, covered with white cloth. The chairs have lilac organza bows around the back of them. But that's not what's amazing.
    My jaw drops as I take in the centrepieces. In a splash of colour, large violet, glass vases sit on each table. The biggest roses I've ever seen come out from each one and they all sparkle like they've been coated with a discreet layer of glitter. They're so simple, so understated, but so elegant.
    A DJ station is set up in the far corner, along with space for a dance floor. We all take our seats, Alec pulling the chair out for me. Jen rolls her eyes at me as she passes, moving to sit at a table closer to the front.
    She looks beautiful, too. Her lilac dress is knee length, strapless, and has a lilac bow just under her bust. Her blonde hair is hanging across her shoulders in delicate waves, and despite her eye roll, I can tell she's delighted for her sister, Hannah.
    Hannah and her new husband, Lloyd, enter the room and we all clap. They do make a truly stunning couple. Hannah is an older version of Jen, almost identical in looks. The only thing setting them apart is the bright pink in Jen's hair - which she's dyed out.
    Lloyd is taller than Hannah by almost a head, and is dark in contrast. Dark hair, olive skin, and green-brown eyes. It sounds strange, but it makes for a striking contrast.
    The meal is served and, as expected, the meal is out of this world good. Me and Alec make some small talk with the other guests around the table, but mostly talk between ourselves.
    ''You two make a very cute couple.'' A lady in her forties smiles at us across the table.
    I open my mouth to correct her but Alec beats me to it.
    ''Thank you, ma'am.'' He beams and takes my hand in his. I look at him and discreetly raise an eyebrow. He winks and shrugs one shoulder.
    ''Sorry,'' he whispers in my ear. ''I didn't want to ruin her little dream.''
    I laugh under my breath and the same woman shoots a big smile at us. I smile back and shrug as if to say 'what can I do?'
    When all the dessert dishes are cleared away, the DJ welcomes us to the evening event and calls for the first dance. A smile graces my lips as I watch Hannah and Lloyd take the floor. They look into each other's eyes as if they're the only people in the room, and you can almost feel the love flowing from them.
    As I watch, I wonder if I'll ever feel that way about anyone. To love someone enough to commit your whole life to them is something else altogether. I think about my parents. They've been happily married for twenty-five years, and together even longer. That's the kind of love I want one day. It's the kind everyone wants.
    Alec looks back at me like he knows what I'm thinking and smiles. I smile back.
    The music changes and people start to gravitate towards the floor. Alec offers me his hand.
    ''May I have this dance?''
    It's Westlife. How can I possibly say no?
    ''You may.'' I smile and put my hand in his. He leads me to the dance floor where I catch sight of Jen and Carl. Carl winks at me and nods toward Alec, Jen grins. I roll my eyes at them and turn towards Alec. He pulls me against him, spreading his hands across the small of my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and realise what the song is.
    Every Little Thing You Do.
    Perfect for a wedding, I'll admit, but not so perfect when you're in the arms of the only guy you think of when you hear the song. Alec starts swaying me side to side gently and I allow myself to melt into his arms.
    '''It's every little thing you do, that makes me fall in love with you. There isn't a way that I can show you, ever since I've come to know you, it's every little thing you say, that makes me wanna feel this way. There's not a thing that I can point to, it's every little thing you do.''' Alec sings quietly into my ear.
    I rest my head on his shoulder, my face turned into his neck. He holds me tighter as he quietly carries on singing and my heart melts.
    ''Closet Westlife fan,'' I whisper to him.
    He turns his face into mine so his lips are right by my ear. ''I've already told you I'd do anything for you, Princess, and if that means learning Westlife, then I'll do it.''
    He starts singing again and something inside me breaks. I can't fight it anymore.
    He's dangerous, flirtatious, my opposite in almost everything. But he's all I want.
    I've never felt the way I do right now, with him holding me close and singing me one of my favourite songs. Nothing even comes close to the