Clarissa sat at the elegant table and took in the beauty around her. This place was beautiful, it was all she had ever dreamed of on her wedding night. The land of her heritage, the vacation of her dreams, the night of her dreams, with the man of her dreams. Yes, Jack was indeed a man that she had dreamed about for her entire life. She knew she would one day meet this man and she did and here the were married. She had her elbows up on the table with her fingers intertwined and she rested her chin on them. Her head was tilted to her right side, allowing her red hair to flow gracefully alongside her. She looked at Jack and smiled, a dreamy look in her eyes. No, he wasn't perfect but that was what she loved about him. He was imperfectly perfect for her. They cancelled and yet balanced each other out so well that she knew they were destined for one another.