The last laugh

I was there at your wedding. You couldn't see me, tucked away behind a pillar. They say it was a blessing, not a wedding of course, and all bar one would bless the bride.

I wanted to see you. I had to see you. I watched, secretively, as you walked, alone, in your beautiful off-white dress. I was disguised, lest your guests might recognise me... and then the trouble would start. "Stalker!" would be the cry.

Your groom... so well groomed, so full of anticipation. He smiled as you glided up the aisle. 'Smile now... it won't last, sucker!'