"Okay." He muttered in response.
                          
"Good man." Liam responded, as he tapped his palm onto the back of his shoulders once again, before taking a step aside and leaving the young man up there on his own. The reverend, who had known Dianne since she was a baby, stood up there behind him. The subtle chants of the script he was to read out for their chosen ceremony style, almost taunting the Englishman as he reiterated what he had to say.
                          
Several minutes had passed. Several long, lonely minutes Joe remained stood up at the altar on his own, waiting for the woman of his dreams to walk through those doors. His shoulders remained up, his eyes remained trained on the set of double doors for any sight of red. His ears ignoring the comments which were being made form either side of him.
                          
And eventually, when he thought all hope was lost, the church went silent. The chatter and fearful comments from friends and families stopped, as the concrete walls of the old town church began echoing with music. And the sight of his daughter being held in his sisters arms, almost brought Joe to tears at the realisation of what was about to happen.
                          
Several people followed. The deep red theme of ties and of bridesmaids dresses following through until eventually Joe caught sight of a brighter red. His heart stopping as he truly looked round to see the woman he was about to marry.
                          
Her red hair which had first caught his attention was cascading loosely down her back. The glint of the Australian summer sun bouncing off of it as she began her walk down the isle. The music was still playing, but as he looked at her, Joe couldn't hear a thing. Instead he was too focused on the gleaming smile on her face - the indent of a dimple on her right cheek - the glint in her hazel eyes and the hint of a rouge blush culminating onto her cheeks as she looked back at him.
                          
Her dress was the cleanest of whites. It wasn't anything outrageous or outgoing. It wasn't revealing or sexy. It was, in the simplest terms - beautiful. And the way that her tanned skin and gem like hair rippled of the white fabric around her body, hugging her perfect figure in the right places and flowing effortlessly everywhere else, Joe couldn't ignore the bubbly feeling which exuded in his gut as he looked at her. The same feelings rushing through his body as they had done the first time that he ever saw her in a training room all those years ago.
                          
And as that feeling rushed through his veins, Joe felt his nerves subside. He felt his fears turn to excitements as he watched the gorgeous woman who was arm in arm with her father, walk towards him.
                          
"Wow." He whispered to her softly as he walked down the two steps to meet her. A small giggle exuding her lips as she smiled widely at him. "You look incredible."
                          
"Thank you Joseph." She whispered softly, before chancing a glance at Mark who was still stood next to her. A tear in his eye as he looked lovingly at his daughter.
                          
"Take good care of her for me Joe." He whispered softly, before pressing a kiss onto her cheek.
                          
"I will." Joe responded with a smile as he took her hand in his, leading her carefully back up the stairs to the altar where the Reverend stood.
                          
"Are we ready?" He questioned, the thickness of his Australian accent filling the room, causing both sides of the family to smile.
                          
Taking one final glance at one another, Joe and Dianne nodded softly.
                          
"I think so." Dianne whispered in return as she looked up to the familiar green eyes and white hair of the man stood before them.
                          
"Very well. If you could all be seated." He began, addressing those in the seats behind them. 
                          
"Right, first of all I would like to welcome you all here today. Not only are we celebrating the love and connection of two people, but we are also celebrating the union of two nations, and that in itself is a matter that we should all be blessed to be a part of on this fine summer day. But, despite how nice it is to settle our geographical differences, lets get down to the real matter at hand... We are gathered here today to bare witness to the marriage of Joseph Graham Sugg and Dianne Claire Buswell. The pair have opted for a non-traditional service, which gives me the privilege of going off script a little here.