Two years passed, thanks to my calendar, before Jamie and Alec's wedding. It wasn't perfect, but Jamie was overjoyed and Alec was unable to stand still.
Jamie and I had found a wedding dress in a Huntsville that hadn't been raided while Jackson, now nine-years-old, and Alec found tuxedos in the same town. I had found a fancy dress in one of the luggages we raided on the first day and wore that; it was a lightened blue with a lighter blue ribbon around the waist. Jamie wore a slim white sleeveless dress that, at the bottom, bursted out in ruffles all tied with a white ribbon and an explosion-looking silver patch held it in place. The men wore a traditional black tuxedo, and Dean was the pastor, wearing a tuxedo; Jackson and I laughed when he first came out of the changing room in Huntsville. It was fun watching them, their eyes were alive and dancing brilliantly while they gazed into their partners eyes. They said their "I do"'s and kissed to seal their deal. We laughed and enjoyed a small feast of canned food to celebrate.
We were told by Jamie and Alec to stay away from Twenty until told so; and we complied.