The car door opens and Greg reaches for her. "You're here!" he says, taking her hand and helping her out of the car. He pulls her close to him for a brief moment, brushing her cheek with his lips in a soft kiss.      "Here I am," she says, returning his kiss with one of her own. She points to the trunk of the car. "I've brought a few things from the house to get us by until I can get a truck over here."      "Good! I forgot some stuff at home that I know you will have remembered to bring."      He lifts a large box from the trunk and looks up at her. "How did the dress fitting go?"      She runs a hand through her hair - a newly acquired nervous habit. "Nothing yet," she says, following him up the walk.      "Geez, Melinda, you have to make up your mind! Everything's ready to go except for your dress."      She sighs, rolling her eyes behind his back. The wedding was the last thing she wanted to talk about. "Don't I know it, Greg."      She moves past him and holds the front door open, her mouth set in a firm line. Greg doesn't seem to notice the change in her mood. He forges ahead.      "At this rate we're going to have to postpone the wedding. We can't do that! We already have our honeymoon paid for and I doubt they give refunds-"      "Ok, Greg, I get it!" she says, cutting him off, an edge to her voice.      He glances up at her and gives her an embarrassed smile. "Sorry. I guess I'm just tense about everything. I want it to be perfect."      "I know," she says. She watches him for a moment, thinking of how excited he was about their big day. She feels a wave of love for him wash over her, and in that moment he is instantly forgiven. She walks over to him and tousles his hair. "It will work out."      He puts the box down and enfolds her in his arms. She rests her head on his shoulder, melting into him, letting all her worries slide away. It would be ok. Absolutely it would, she thinks to herself.