CH7: Wedding Under the Willow

Reba's POV:

"Where are Lori Ann and Carolina," I asked.

"I don't know, Mom," Cheyenne said, "Where's Kyra?"

"Kyra's going with them."

"Oh," Cheyenne replied. All of a sudden, Lori Ann, Carolina, and Kyra show up. Lori Ann was wearing a pink dress that went down to her shins. Her long brown hair was curled, which I assumed Carrie did, and her pink heels were to die for. Carolina wore the same thing, only her long hair was now short and curled.

"Carolina Nell, what happened to your hair," I asked, "You've been growing out since you were four."

"I cut it," Carrie said.

"You mean you got it cut," I asked. She can't cut her own hair. Then again, what would I know? She never had any split ends that I know of. She never needed it trimmed.

"No, I mean I cut it myself," Carrie said, "I've been doing my own hair since I was five. That's why I didn't have any split ends or ever needed a trim."

"But you don't even have a cosmetology license," Cheyenne said.

"You only need that if you're gonna charge," Lori Ann said. The bell rung. It was time for me to go out.

"Mom," Carrie said, "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, baby. You do, too," I said. Her hair actually did look cute when it's short. Carrie looked like me on my first wedding day. Her blue eyes shone with happiness.

Carrie's POV:

Grandpa McKinney walked Mom down the aisle toward the willow. Aunt Lori Ann and I were right behind her. Behind us were Cheyenne, Kyra, and Barbra Jean. Daddy's groomsmen were Van, Jake, and Daddy's former rival, Eugene. His best man was Uncle Maxwell. I know Terry Holliway would come, but he died. Henry was the ring bearer, and Elizabeth was our flower girl. She looked so cute.

The ceremony was pretty good. Aunt Lori Ann and I could not stop crying. Mom and Daddy were perfect together. The reception afterwards lasted for four hours, but it was fun, being outside, until someone showed up.

"Carrie," the voice said, "Carrie where are you?" It was Gabe. He was finally released from the hospital!

"Gabe I'm coming," I called. I grabbed my phone and put it in my strapless bra. As I got closer to the figure, I realized that it wasn't Gabe. It wasn't Gabe at all. It was…