"Isn't it a bit early to be looking for wedding dresses?"
Mary Ellen and Emma were walking around Rockfish the next Saturday, shopping. After doing some dress hunting, they apparently were going to get some hot chocolate.
"I don't think so." Emma protested, gazing longingly at a beautiful dress with lace around the bottom, and a high neck.
"That one is nice." Mary Ellen offered, running her hand along the fabric. "Feels nice, too." Emma nodded before leaving the shop. The two sisters walked along the street until they came to the little shop that Erin had recommended.
As they sat down with steaming mugs of hot chocolate, Emma relaxed for one of the first times that day. "I am very tired." She rubbed her forehead, her eyes closing.
"Why, did you have a late night?" Mary Ellen teased, smirking.
"No! Ben and I were just talking about our wedding." Emma blushed, sipping at her drink, then wincing as the hotness spilled onto her tounge.
"Mm. Sure." Mary Ellen winked. "So, John Curtis told me a very big story today, about a dog fighting a big bear..."
The whole family were gathered around the radio, occasionally listening in. Emma herself wasn't keen on hearing the news, it just made her more anxious. The war just seemed to be getting closer and closer to Walton's Mountain.
Ben crept up behind his fiancé, who was leaning over the railing. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pecked her neck. "Hey." He said softly.
Emma giggled and turned around. "Hello."
Erin brushed past them, but then turned on her heel and stared at the couple. "Please don't make out here in plain sight." She winked, before running up the stairs.
Mary Ellen took a notion to repaint the downstairs, so the family called over some friends to help. Aimee, Drew, and Martha Rose turned up. It wasn't hard to see how much fourteen year old Elizabeth liked Drew, but Aimee always came between them.
Martha Rose gently painted one side of the wall, while Grace and her little boy Matthew ran around with John Curtis. "Well, Travis has volunteered."
"It's got to that point, hasn't it." Mary Ellen said bitterly, almost savagely attacking the wall.