Tricia Smith

“Mrs. D hugged Cole’s middle, hard, and the music cut out just in time for her compliment to carry across the room. “I knew you would be a magnificent man.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Blake pushed open the door by the altar. His rented tuxedo was crisp, the bow tie perfectly straight. Livia stopped and let the sight of him evaporate her common sense.
When his eyes found hers, he placed a hand over his heart, as if it might stop again. “You are so lovely,” he said.
Livia wrinkled her nose and blew him a kiss.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“Something old: the dress. Something new: your attitude. Something borrowed: I’m pretty sure you got those earrings from my jewelry box.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie

“What exactly, my love, do you think you’re doing?” Blake looked down at her.
“These stairs make me nervous. I just wanted to make sure you got down them okay.” Livia felt silly now. He was obviously fine. Their slow spiraling dance actually made her a little dizzy instead.
“And if I trip like the delicate flower that I am?” Blake asked, drawing near.
“I was hoping I would break your fall, if you fell…which you won’t.”
― Debra Anastasia, Poughkeepsie