Now, nothing mattered. People liked to do whatever they wanted in all seasons, rain or shine. Because they could.
The bride, all in red, with red lips, red cheeks, red high heels, red half transparent kerchief covering her head and her face, and a bouquet of red roses in her hands, was very pleased to be carried out of the car in the arms of the bridegroom. Soon, the bouquet was considerately taken by the bridesmaid in pink, who was holding a red umbrella to shade the bride. As the bridegroom walked with strenuous effort and stability, his neck and his face turned red with mightily expanding blood vessels. Meanwhile, the best man cheered and applauded in chorus with many others counting the steps. When reaching the entrance, the breathless bridegroom ran to the wedding room and almost threw the bride onto the wedding bed. Waves of laughter followed. There the bride would sit alone for a while in the twinkling light of the red candles, looking mysterious.
