: having an indentation or inward curve : concave, sunken
: having a cavity within <a hollow tree>
: reverberating like a sound made in or by beating on a large empty enclosure : muffled
As always we are to use the third definition of the word.
An empty hollow feeling came over me as I stood on the altar with the rest of the wedding party and watched my sister, the bride, float down the aisle on the arm of my father. The day seemed like a fairy tale because every seemed perfect.
From where I stood I could see my mother in the front pew, head held high basking in the glorious day. An event that had reached A-list status as this was the most talked about affair of the summer. Her eldest was about to give her hand in marriage to one of society’s finest.
As my sister stepped onto the altar and the groom took her hand I could see it in her eyes. Confusion and bewilderment. Others would assume it was nerves or excitement however I knew the truth. The truth was that she didn’t love this man. A late night confession fueled by copious amounts of white zinfandel and chocolate revealed that she was in love with another man. An artist rather than an entrepreneurist. A man who is covered in tattoos, wore shorts and flip flops rather than the man with the crewcut, brooks brothers shirts and docksiders. A lover who set her soul on fire and made her feel truly alive rather than a compulsory union of bank accounts and lineage.
The organ music had come to a halt and the guests settled down on their pews. The pastor asked the couple to join their hands and face one another. My sister looked down at her own hands. Then she looked into the eyes of the man she was to marry and shook her head from side to side. I held my breath as she took a step backwards and I exhaled as she turned towards me. I held out my hand for her to take, and together we walked down the aisle, ignoring the confused mumbles and whispers and we headed out of the church. And headed towards real love.