Que sera sera
Selena and Joe stumbled under the gazebo. They slumped onto the bench, panting to regain their breath. She swiped the white lace covering her face back. Her black curls were wet and limp. Joe’s tux was plastered to his skin and his brown messy. They looked at her other, silent for a long moment. A laugh broke free. Soon they were doubled over.
“Que sera, sera, Mrs. Chander,” Joe chuckled.