A/N Had intended to finish this just after the proposal but you all seem to be lapping it up so here we are still! Short chapter cos I'm knackered.
Beethoven's piano sonato no. 8 'pathetique' sounded across the church.
Ruth determined not to cry, she was far too happy, but that was the very reason why she wanted to cry.
The church was beautiful, she knew it to be the oldest in Paris, but she also knew that one of the reasons it looked so beautiful were the abundance of both flowers and candles that adorned it. And she had no doubt who was responsible for that. He was standing before her, a broad smile across his face, a face that shone with love and need and hope.
"Bon chance, madamoiselle," whispered an old lady, the only guest in the church.
Ruth smiled warmly at her.
"She's the other witness," murmured Lucas.
Ruth nodded but her eyes were now fixed on Harry and they would not leave him.
As she settled beside him he said in a soft voice, "you look beautiful, Ruth."
"Thank you, but it's all down to the choice of dress."
He tried to raise his eyes to hers but they were too busy admiring what he had chosen.
"No, Ruth, it's all down to how you fill the dress."
She smiled shyly, pleased with the compliment.
"This is the music from the restaurant when we went to dinner," she whispered.
"Is it, Ruth? There's a coincidence," he was smiling still.
"Harry, I…" she was about to tell him she loved him but the priest began.