Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jul 23, 2013 14:27:26 GMT -5
Little Gustave looked around at the other men who were to be in the wedding. He felt big and important like them. After all, he had an important job in this whole affair, and he certainly hoped that he would be able to do it correctly.
He sat in the pew, singing his little feet and looking down at the pillow upon which he was to carry the rings. He didn't have the ring from Monsieur de Chagny yet—after all, he didn't want to lose the thing. He was very anxious though. He had never been to a wedding before—at least not to one he remembered.
He sat in the pew, singing his little feet and looking down at the pillow upon which he was to carry the rings. He didn't have the ring from Monsieur de Chagny yet—after all, he didn't want to lose the thing. He was very anxious though. He had never been to a wedding before—at least not to one he remembered.
