Reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows is compulsory before even thinking about reading this! No copyright infingment intended, all characters and settings, etc, belong to Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.

From Juliet to Sophie

Dear Sophie,

This is the first morning I am ever writing to you as a married woman! At this moment, I am sitting at my desk that overlooks the sea watching the sun climb higher and higher and the winds blow the trees every which way. Both Dawsey and Kit are still asleep upstairs, exhausted from yesterday. But I'm not tired. Well, maybe a little.

Since you weren't able to be there-poor Dominic, is he any better? I had the flu a few times in my life, not fun!-I shall fill you in on all the details of my wedding.

Early in the morning Isola came over with Amelia to help Kit and I get ready. The ceremony was to be at 1 o'clock followed by a reception in Amelia's back garden. Everyone pitched in with the food, making a roast pig and a potato peel pie. But of course, there was also a real cake (we saved so many ration stamps!) and other extras.

But back to the beginning of the day. Isola came over with Amelia, and they began undressing us, and helping us with our new dresses. Kit's was adorable! Sydney, that delightful brother of yours, sent over purple fabric that felt like silk for Amelia to make a dress for Kit. It turned out wonderfully! I enclosed a picture. My dress was the traditional white, and floor length. There was no train, and I had no veil, I wore white lilacs in my hair instead that Dawsey had picked.

Everything was going splendidly. Kit had her rose petals, Isola had her shawls, I had myself, and Amelia was holding us all together. I must have been the picture of nervousness because she patted my shoulder and told me how it was all going to be wonderful and said how pretty I looked. Isola then remembered that she needed something from her house so we drove over to get it.

And then, Oh Sophie, Zenobia got out. She flew like a vengeance right at me! Started squawking around my head, and picking off the flowers! Thank goodness I didn't have a veil. Then Uriel, the goat, stampeded out of her pen at where Kit and Amelia where standing, dumbstruck. While I was fighting off a crazed parrot, they were fending off a rose-hungry goat! Unfortunately, Uriel got the roses. Kit was very upset, but of course she didn't cry. She gave that horrible stare she saves for only a few unlucky people and crossed her arms, standing in front of Amelia; obviously intending to protect her from the goat. Uriel stopped dead in her tracks and turned towards me.

Needless to say, after Isola came back out, not needing anything after all, I was sitting in the mud, hair a mess, staring up at a goat with Zenobia on my shoulder. It was quarter to one.

I had two options before me: arrive on time the way I looked or return to my cottage, change, quickly style my hair and arrive a half hour late.

But Isola had a different plan. "Get in the sidecar!" She shouted. She ran to her motorcycle, dropping a shawl as she saddled onto the seat.

And then we were off, and I tell you Sophie, I have never been more frightened in my life. We raced to the cottage and she got me out of my ruined dress and into the green print summer dress you made me. She styled my hair, gave me new flowers, and we were back in her motorcycle, I in the sidecar.

We arrived at the church at quarter after one. Dawsey and everyone else was already there and looking anxious. I caught the words 'jilted at the altar' and set my countenance. Kit stood in front of me, and we began down the aisle.

The ceremony itself went off without a hitch, but I looked over my shoulder twice for Zenobia and Uriel, sure that they would seek us here.

The reception was also wonderful, I was so happy to have everyone there with us, except you, dear Sophie.

So far, married life is suiting me very well! I am so happy Sophie. And soon, Dawsey and I will be the true parents of Kit McKenna. Mr. Dilwyn will be bringing the papers very soon for last signatures.

I miss you very much!

All my love,

Juliet

P.S. Did you see the headlines about Gilly Gilbert and Billie Bee Jones? Justice.

From Juliet to Sydney

Dear Sydney,

Thank you so much for coming to my wedding, again, everyone loved having you here. Especially me. Isola, of course, adored having you as her house guest. I saw in the papers you sent that Gilly Gilbert and Billie Bee Jones have finally made the papers! Not jail perhaps, but infinite disgrace. Serves them right, trying to steal those Oscar Wilde letters, and trying to take that ferret from dear Kit.

Speaking of Kit, Dawsey and I legally adopted her today! I'm so happy Sydney. All three of us played dead bride for the whole of the afternoon and then ate a picnic on the beach. Tomorrow Dawsey and I leave for our honeymoon to Ireland. We'll stay for a few days and nights and then return to our beloved island and family. Kit will stay with Amelia until we come back.

How's the book coming along you ask? Well Sydney, it is coming along amazingly well! I love it so much, though I am not going to take it with me to Ireland, just like Dawsey won't bring his hammer or pigs with him. Also, the pigs are going to be moved near us soon, Dawsey plans to build a barn closer to the cottage which we've decided to live in permanently.

I have packets of notes, pages, pictures, and everything in between. Give me a few more months and we will have something resembling a biography. There's so much to write about Elizabeth McKenna.

I have to say good-bye, Dawsey is once again demanding my attention.

Love always,

Juliet