Lucy was sitting in the Lounge, her hair hanging loosely on her
shoulders. She sipped at her iced tea. It was really warm for April, even
in the windy city. She quickly changed because her shift was over. She bid
adieu to everyone there and headed out to her car.
"When's your wedding, Lucy?" asked Carol, running up to her.
"Carter and I are thinking around May 12th. Why?" she replied.
"Because the nurses and I were wondering if you had chosen bridesmaids or the Maid of Honor yet," she answered.
"Ah-ha! The coveted maid-of-honor privilege. Well, I'll let the staff know when I have chosen one, Carol, but thanks for asking," she exclaimed.
"No problem. Now, go tell them about it. I have to go. See ya!"
Lucy ran over to her car and started it, lowering her window and driving off. She turned into normal Chicago traffic. She finally drove into the Bridal Shop and she needed to get a fitting for a dress. She had already made a previous appointment.
"Hello? May I help you, miss?" asked the saleslady.
"Yes. I have an appointment today for a fitting."
"Ah yes. Miss Lucy Knight, correct?" the saleslady checked.
"Yes."
"Come with me."
The saleslady led Lucy to the backroom and showed her millions of models of dresses until Lucy found one she thought was beautiful. It was a white, long, silk gown with a long veil with pearls embedded. The dress itself was quite simple. The sleeves were short and they hung onto her shoulders and the pearls were embedded around the sleeves.
"This is perfect!" she cried.
"Well", the saleslady smiled. "We'll get you sized up and we'll have one sent here in your size immediately."
They measured her waist and head. They checked her height and weight and everything else. She left in a few minutes. She had to drive to the grocery store but with the traffic, it would take forever.
By the time, she got home, Carter was asleep on the couch. She smiled softly to herself and placed the bags of groceries in the kitchen and tried to carry Carter upstairs to the bedroom because the couch was quite uncomfortable.
"Damn, Carter. Go on a freakin' diet."
When Carter woke up, he took in his surroundings. Lucy was asleep next to him. He smiled as he got up and softly went downstairs. He saw the folded paper bags on the counter and the bare refrigerator, now full. He grabbed a glass and opened the chocolate milk and poured himself a glass.
He took a shower as Lucy's eyes fluttered open. She heard the water running and she changed into a t-shirt and jeans. She called the hospital and they told her that she had been an hour and a half late for her shift as well as Carter. She cringed at the tone of Kerry's voice and ordered that she'd be there in a minute. She wrote down a quick note to Carter and she hurried off in her car towards the hospital. Chicago traffic wasn't that bad at eight 'o' clock at night, but she ran into a few problems getting to the hospital. When she got there, she changed.
"Lucy! You're an hour and a half late. I need you! Come on! Take a patient, already!" scolded Kerry.
Lucy muttered something unintelligible under her breath and she walked over to help a man who had just had a heart attack before heading out to a trauma surgery. When she got her first break, she "borrowed" a piece of paper from one of the nurses and she went into the Lounge and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello?" answered a sleepy Carter.
"Carter! Get up already! You're three and a half hours late for your shift. Kerry's going to bomb on you, you know that?" she explained.
"Dammit. Oops!" he muttered.
"Well, come over to the hospital and hurry up. Yeah. I love you too. Bye."
She clicked the phone off and returned to her thoughts. In the middle of her trauma surgery, the thoughts of her bridesmaids came into her mind and she almost endangered her patient. Almost, being the keyword. She wrote down the four names on a piece of paper. Two bridesmaids and a Maid-of- honor had been chosen and she was going to inform them tomorrow.
Carter ran in, nearly colliding with Lucy. After an apology followed with a kiss, she whispered something in his ear before she left.
"What'd she tell you?" asked Carol.
"We want to know," continued Elizabeth.
"She told me the names of her two bridesmaids and her Maid-of-Honor. She said I could announce the bridesmaids but she wants to ask the Maid-of- Honor herself."
"Well? Spill," urged Carol.
"Abby's bridesmaid number one and Carol's bridesmaid number two."
The two nurses hopped around joyfully while the rest of the nurses muttered their congratulations (and remarks of disapproval). That night, Lucy decided to talk to Carter about what they were going to do. After they got married, they would have to buy a house. A semi-large one. Yup. They couldn't fit her and Carter and lots of little feet running around in his cramped apartment. Nope. That wouldn't do. And if you thought about little feet running around, which Lucy thought about all the time (she names her stuffed animals, what do you expect?), she decided to go look for a suitable house.
"Carter!" she whined. "Why can't we get a new house for our new life?"
"Because, Lucy, we can't afford it right now," he reasoned.
"Look, we're doctors. You think we could afford a small house."
"Lucy, the ER lounge is not a good time to be arguing right about now. Especially about our so-called life. We're just getting by right now. We can't even afford to live in your apartment," he ran on.
"Carter! Come on! Please?"
He sighed in exasperation. "Lucy, you're frustrating and I really don't have time for this. Can this wait until we get home?"
"NO!"
"Lucy, we are doctors. We are ER doctors. You think we'll actually make enough to afford a house?"
"Can we please just go look?" she begged.
"Fine. Ok? We can go look", he emphasized. "Only look. If we find a suitable, cheap house that we can afford, afford being the keyword, than we will buy one."
"Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me", she started.
"Uh-huh. Sure. But you owe me."
"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you."
"Sure you will. Now, then, our wedding's a week from now. You gonna tell them who the maid of honor is?"
"Oh yeah!" she cried, slapping her hand across her forehead. "Duh! I completely forgot. Thanks for reminding me. See ya later."
"Bye," he muttered.
She exited the Lounge to find all of the nurses with their ears pressed against the windows. As soon as they saw Lucy, they tried to hide what they were doing but to no avail.
"Eavesdrop, lately?" she remarked, sarcastically. "Anyway, I am ready to reveal who is my Maid-of-Honor."
"WHO?!" badgered the nurses.
"Elizabeth is my maid-of-honor," replied Lucy.
"Really?" replied Elizabeth, peeking behind a corner.
"Yep. If you'll excuse me, our wedding is in a week, and my bridesmaids and maid-of-honor have to come to a fitting and choose a dress. Kerry, can we take a quick break?" begged Lucy.
"Yes. Sure, as long as you're back in an hour and a half at most."
"Thanks. C'mon. Hop in my car."
The three girls hopped into Lucy's car and Lucy drove off to the Bridal shop. When they arrived, each got fitted and they decided upon the peach dresses. When they left, Lucy dropped them off at the hospital while she went to call the caterer and the florist. She went to the nearest pharmacy and purchased a few packs of stationary kits. She neatly wrote each invitation to each person on the hospital staff. She sent them all the invitations the following day.
"You sent the invitations, right, Luce?" asked Carter, filling out a form.
"Yeah. Why?" she replied.
"Well, our wedding's in two days. Meaning that tomorrow is the day before our wedding," he remarked.
"Wow. I didn't know you knew how to count."
"Be quiet."
"Anyway, I will see you in two days at the wedding and it'll be pure bliss from there."
"Yep. Sure will. Hopefully."
Lucy smacked Carter's arm and walked out the door holding her latté in her hand. She was going to inform Kerry that she was going to take a leave of absence for the next two days. It was her pre-wedding and wedding after all.
After Kerry had assured her it was fine, Lucy collected her group of bridesmaids and her Maid-of-honor and she told them all that they would be getting a manicure, pedicure, and facial. The women were very excited.
"I haven't had a facial since I was twenty," remarked Carol.
"I haven't had a facial since I was seventeen," remarked Abby.
"I haven't had a facial since I was thirteen," added Elizabeth.
"I haven't had a facial at all, so be quiet," continued Lucy, finishing the argument. She was going to get a relaxing day today and make arrangements for the hairdresser and everything. She even had picked out a way to style it. She was going to be ready for her wedding. Aw, who was she kidding? She couldn't be ready for anything and she was about as nervous as a person can get before they start hyperventilating.
After the manicures and pedicures, Lucy drove the women to her house where they rented some sappy, romantic movies, which they couldn't see in front of their respectable husbands/boyfriends. They ate junk food and they chatted, which they hadn't done in ages. Lucy finally called up the hairdresser and affirmed her appointment the next morning at nine 'o' clock in the morning. She was supposed to get her wedding done at eleven 'o' clock then, before heading out to have wedding pictures taken at two. Then, the reception ran from two-thirty to five.
The next day ran smoothly, Lucy did all the things she was supposed to do, got her hair ready and everything. Her wedding wasn't until tomorrow, officially, but the hairdresser needed to see if everything was in place. Things were where they were supposed to be and she was good to go for tomorrow morning. She called Carter that day on her cell phone and he seemed to be acting quite strange.
"Hello?" answered Carter, distantly.
"Hey there. Guess who."
"Hey Luce. How's it going? I hope things are going okay over there. Everything's pure chaos over here. We can't find the tuxedos for tomorrow, but don't worry, everything will be straightened out, I hope."
"Aww. I'm so sorry, Carter, but anyway, everything's good to go here. No chaos, yet. Well, anyway, I'll see you tomorrow morning at eleven 'o' clock for the wedding. See ya tomorrow, babe. Yah. I'm sure I'll miss you too. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Carter, I don't want to be mean or anything, especially since we're getting married tomorrow, but SHUT UP! Yeah. Thanks. Bye." She clicked the phone off and sighed.
"Wedding jitters?" came a voice from behind her. Lucy turned to see Abby standing there, with her arms crossed.
"No. Not really. I guess everything will sort itself out tomorrow morning. I mean, it'll be a good wedding."
"Lucy, it'll be a great wedding. Tell yourself that. Think positive," she contradicted.
"I can't think positive. I just can't. I tell my brain to think positive and it's saying, 'Lucy, you idiot, you can't think positive. It's not who you are.'"
"Yes, you can. C'mon," replied Abby, putting her arm on Lucy's shoulder and leading her back inside.
That morning, Lucy woke up and brushed her hair quite a few times. She jumped in the shower quick and brushed her hair again, once she got out. When she was dressed and all her bridesmaids were up and everything, she rushed them all over to the hairdresser. The hairdresser worked her magic on all four girls before the girls went to the back to change into the wedding dress (they brought it along). When Lucy came out from the back, she looked stunning. It was absolutely magnificent. The other girls looked quite beautiful as well. Then, they all piled into the luxurious white limousine and it drove them off to the wedding where they waited and chattered nervously as a group of friends.
"C'mon. Who is going to escort Lucy down the aisle?" the priest asked.
"I am," replied Lucy's father.
"Okay. Two minutes and when you hear the music, that's your cue."
The priest left and the bridesmaids assembled into position. When the beautiful, flowing piano music started up, the groom was as nervous as can be and the aisle was littered with flower petals, but the wedding continued. Lucy walked down the aisle, her beautiful blue eyes shining. The wedding had started and the wedding vows touched everyone's soul.
"Lucy", Carter started nervously. "I used to doubt that I would ever get the chance to stand up here, in front of dear friends and family, and repeat the sacred vows that I have written. These vows, along with my love, are for you and you alone. I doubt that I would ever live a happy, complete life without you. Love works in strange ways and from the number of estranged things I've heard throughout all my time here working in Chicago as a doctor, I finally believe that angels exist because one is standing before me today."
"Carter", she stuttered, feeling a lump in her throat which had not been there before. "I used to think that marriage would happen to everyone. Every woman would find their Prince Charming and every man would find their beautiful princess. After working at a hospital, I've found out that the chance of finding a woman who has found her Prince Charming in Chicago is slim. I thought that I would never find someone to grow old with, to share the space in my heart with, but those thoughts have disappeared. You are here with me now and we will share a deeper love than most people could imagine."
The people who were watching the wedding could barely constrain themselves. They were weeping with joy. This was like something out of a romantic movie. Everything was so perfect, no flaws, just two people who deeply loved each other, getting together for a life with love and bliss. Soon, however, the wedding was over and everyone had settled in at the reception and Peter was giving a small speech.
"Carter and Lucy, I would never have guessed that this would happen to you two, of all people. I remember the first day you two met. It was something I'll never forget. It was like bringing two alley cats together. Lots of arguing and fighting, and from that day, I don't think you two have ever given the hospital peace. However, you've proved that you love each other and I am very happy for both of you. May your hope give each other hope, may you be the shoulders that the other can lean on, may your love feed each other's hearts, and may you keep arguing ever so often to keep the marriage interesting."
The speech made people chuckle a bit, especially the hospital staff who knew what Peter was talking about. However, after the first dance, and many others that followed, the time had passed and the time had come to leave. The reception was over, the married couple left and the other guests soon followed. Of the many guests who went to the wedding, they all would pretty much agree on the same thing, it was an angelic union.
"When's your wedding, Lucy?" asked Carol, running up to her.
"Carter and I are thinking around May 12th. Why?" she replied.
"Because the nurses and I were wondering if you had chosen bridesmaids or the Maid of Honor yet," she answered.
"Ah-ha! The coveted maid-of-honor privilege. Well, I'll let the staff know when I have chosen one, Carol, but thanks for asking," she exclaimed.
"No problem. Now, go tell them about it. I have to go. See ya!"
Lucy ran over to her car and started it, lowering her window and driving off. She turned into normal Chicago traffic. She finally drove into the Bridal Shop and she needed to get a fitting for a dress. She had already made a previous appointment.
"Hello? May I help you, miss?" asked the saleslady.
"Yes. I have an appointment today for a fitting."
"Ah yes. Miss Lucy Knight, correct?" the saleslady checked.
"Yes."
"Come with me."
The saleslady led Lucy to the backroom and showed her millions of models of dresses until Lucy found one she thought was beautiful. It was a white, long, silk gown with a long veil with pearls embedded. The dress itself was quite simple. The sleeves were short and they hung onto her shoulders and the pearls were embedded around the sleeves.
"This is perfect!" she cried.
"Well", the saleslady smiled. "We'll get you sized up and we'll have one sent here in your size immediately."
They measured her waist and head. They checked her height and weight and everything else. She left in a few minutes. She had to drive to the grocery store but with the traffic, it would take forever.
By the time, she got home, Carter was asleep on the couch. She smiled softly to herself and placed the bags of groceries in the kitchen and tried to carry Carter upstairs to the bedroom because the couch was quite uncomfortable.
"Damn, Carter. Go on a freakin' diet."
When Carter woke up, he took in his surroundings. Lucy was asleep next to him. He smiled as he got up and softly went downstairs. He saw the folded paper bags on the counter and the bare refrigerator, now full. He grabbed a glass and opened the chocolate milk and poured himself a glass.
He took a shower as Lucy's eyes fluttered open. She heard the water running and she changed into a t-shirt and jeans. She called the hospital and they told her that she had been an hour and a half late for her shift as well as Carter. She cringed at the tone of Kerry's voice and ordered that she'd be there in a minute. She wrote down a quick note to Carter and she hurried off in her car towards the hospital. Chicago traffic wasn't that bad at eight 'o' clock at night, but she ran into a few problems getting to the hospital. When she got there, she changed.
"Lucy! You're an hour and a half late. I need you! Come on! Take a patient, already!" scolded Kerry.
Lucy muttered something unintelligible under her breath and she walked over to help a man who had just had a heart attack before heading out to a trauma surgery. When she got her first break, she "borrowed" a piece of paper from one of the nurses and she went into the Lounge and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello?" answered a sleepy Carter.
"Carter! Get up already! You're three and a half hours late for your shift. Kerry's going to bomb on you, you know that?" she explained.
"Dammit. Oops!" he muttered.
"Well, come over to the hospital and hurry up. Yeah. I love you too. Bye."
She clicked the phone off and returned to her thoughts. In the middle of her trauma surgery, the thoughts of her bridesmaids came into her mind and she almost endangered her patient. Almost, being the keyword. She wrote down the four names on a piece of paper. Two bridesmaids and a Maid-of- honor had been chosen and she was going to inform them tomorrow.
Carter ran in, nearly colliding with Lucy. After an apology followed with a kiss, she whispered something in his ear before she left.
"What'd she tell you?" asked Carol.
"We want to know," continued Elizabeth.
"She told me the names of her two bridesmaids and her Maid-of-Honor. She said I could announce the bridesmaids but she wants to ask the Maid-of- Honor herself."
"Well? Spill," urged Carol.
"Abby's bridesmaid number one and Carol's bridesmaid number two."
The two nurses hopped around joyfully while the rest of the nurses muttered their congratulations (and remarks of disapproval). That night, Lucy decided to talk to Carter about what they were going to do. After they got married, they would have to buy a house. A semi-large one. Yup. They couldn't fit her and Carter and lots of little feet running around in his cramped apartment. Nope. That wouldn't do. And if you thought about little feet running around, which Lucy thought about all the time (she names her stuffed animals, what do you expect?), she decided to go look for a suitable house.
"Carter!" she whined. "Why can't we get a new house for our new life?"
"Because, Lucy, we can't afford it right now," he reasoned.
"Look, we're doctors. You think we could afford a small house."
"Lucy, the ER lounge is not a good time to be arguing right about now. Especially about our so-called life. We're just getting by right now. We can't even afford to live in your apartment," he ran on.
"Carter! Come on! Please?"
He sighed in exasperation. "Lucy, you're frustrating and I really don't have time for this. Can this wait until we get home?"
"NO!"
"Lucy, we are doctors. We are ER doctors. You think we'll actually make enough to afford a house?"
"Can we please just go look?" she begged.
"Fine. Ok? We can go look", he emphasized. "Only look. If we find a suitable, cheap house that we can afford, afford being the keyword, than we will buy one."
"Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me", she started.
"Uh-huh. Sure. But you owe me."
"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you."
"Sure you will. Now, then, our wedding's a week from now. You gonna tell them who the maid of honor is?"
"Oh yeah!" she cried, slapping her hand across her forehead. "Duh! I completely forgot. Thanks for reminding me. See ya later."
"Bye," he muttered.
She exited the Lounge to find all of the nurses with their ears pressed against the windows. As soon as they saw Lucy, they tried to hide what they were doing but to no avail.
"Eavesdrop, lately?" she remarked, sarcastically. "Anyway, I am ready to reveal who is my Maid-of-Honor."
"WHO?!" badgered the nurses.
"Elizabeth is my maid-of-honor," replied Lucy.
"Really?" replied Elizabeth, peeking behind a corner.
"Yep. If you'll excuse me, our wedding is in a week, and my bridesmaids and maid-of-honor have to come to a fitting and choose a dress. Kerry, can we take a quick break?" begged Lucy.
"Yes. Sure, as long as you're back in an hour and a half at most."
"Thanks. C'mon. Hop in my car."
The three girls hopped into Lucy's car and Lucy drove off to the Bridal shop. When they arrived, each got fitted and they decided upon the peach dresses. When they left, Lucy dropped them off at the hospital while she went to call the caterer and the florist. She went to the nearest pharmacy and purchased a few packs of stationary kits. She neatly wrote each invitation to each person on the hospital staff. She sent them all the invitations the following day.
"You sent the invitations, right, Luce?" asked Carter, filling out a form.
"Yeah. Why?" she replied.
"Well, our wedding's in two days. Meaning that tomorrow is the day before our wedding," he remarked.
"Wow. I didn't know you knew how to count."
"Be quiet."
"Anyway, I will see you in two days at the wedding and it'll be pure bliss from there."
"Yep. Sure will. Hopefully."
Lucy smacked Carter's arm and walked out the door holding her latté in her hand. She was going to inform Kerry that she was going to take a leave of absence for the next two days. It was her pre-wedding and wedding after all.
After Kerry had assured her it was fine, Lucy collected her group of bridesmaids and her Maid-of-honor and she told them all that they would be getting a manicure, pedicure, and facial. The women were very excited.
"I haven't had a facial since I was twenty," remarked Carol.
"I haven't had a facial since I was seventeen," remarked Abby.
"I haven't had a facial since I was thirteen," added Elizabeth.
"I haven't had a facial at all, so be quiet," continued Lucy, finishing the argument. She was going to get a relaxing day today and make arrangements for the hairdresser and everything. She even had picked out a way to style it. She was going to be ready for her wedding. Aw, who was she kidding? She couldn't be ready for anything and she was about as nervous as a person can get before they start hyperventilating.
After the manicures and pedicures, Lucy drove the women to her house where they rented some sappy, romantic movies, which they couldn't see in front of their respectable husbands/boyfriends. They ate junk food and they chatted, which they hadn't done in ages. Lucy finally called up the hairdresser and affirmed her appointment the next morning at nine 'o' clock in the morning. She was supposed to get her wedding done at eleven 'o' clock then, before heading out to have wedding pictures taken at two. Then, the reception ran from two-thirty to five.
The next day ran smoothly, Lucy did all the things she was supposed to do, got her hair ready and everything. Her wedding wasn't until tomorrow, officially, but the hairdresser needed to see if everything was in place. Things were where they were supposed to be and she was good to go for tomorrow morning. She called Carter that day on her cell phone and he seemed to be acting quite strange.
"Hello?" answered Carter, distantly.
"Hey there. Guess who."
"Hey Luce. How's it going? I hope things are going okay over there. Everything's pure chaos over here. We can't find the tuxedos for tomorrow, but don't worry, everything will be straightened out, I hope."
"Aww. I'm so sorry, Carter, but anyway, everything's good to go here. No chaos, yet. Well, anyway, I'll see you tomorrow morning at eleven 'o' clock for the wedding. See ya tomorrow, babe. Yah. I'm sure I'll miss you too. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Carter, I don't want to be mean or anything, especially since we're getting married tomorrow, but SHUT UP! Yeah. Thanks. Bye." She clicked the phone off and sighed.
"Wedding jitters?" came a voice from behind her. Lucy turned to see Abby standing there, with her arms crossed.
"No. Not really. I guess everything will sort itself out tomorrow morning. I mean, it'll be a good wedding."
"Lucy, it'll be a great wedding. Tell yourself that. Think positive," she contradicted.
"I can't think positive. I just can't. I tell my brain to think positive and it's saying, 'Lucy, you idiot, you can't think positive. It's not who you are.'"
"Yes, you can. C'mon," replied Abby, putting her arm on Lucy's shoulder and leading her back inside.
That morning, Lucy woke up and brushed her hair quite a few times. She jumped in the shower quick and brushed her hair again, once she got out. When she was dressed and all her bridesmaids were up and everything, she rushed them all over to the hairdresser. The hairdresser worked her magic on all four girls before the girls went to the back to change into the wedding dress (they brought it along). When Lucy came out from the back, she looked stunning. It was absolutely magnificent. The other girls looked quite beautiful as well. Then, they all piled into the luxurious white limousine and it drove them off to the wedding where they waited and chattered nervously as a group of friends.
"C'mon. Who is going to escort Lucy down the aisle?" the priest asked.
"I am," replied Lucy's father.
"Okay. Two minutes and when you hear the music, that's your cue."
The priest left and the bridesmaids assembled into position. When the beautiful, flowing piano music started up, the groom was as nervous as can be and the aisle was littered with flower petals, but the wedding continued. Lucy walked down the aisle, her beautiful blue eyes shining. The wedding had started and the wedding vows touched everyone's soul.
"Lucy", Carter started nervously. "I used to doubt that I would ever get the chance to stand up here, in front of dear friends and family, and repeat the sacred vows that I have written. These vows, along with my love, are for you and you alone. I doubt that I would ever live a happy, complete life without you. Love works in strange ways and from the number of estranged things I've heard throughout all my time here working in Chicago as a doctor, I finally believe that angels exist because one is standing before me today."
"Carter", she stuttered, feeling a lump in her throat which had not been there before. "I used to think that marriage would happen to everyone. Every woman would find their Prince Charming and every man would find their beautiful princess. After working at a hospital, I've found out that the chance of finding a woman who has found her Prince Charming in Chicago is slim. I thought that I would never find someone to grow old with, to share the space in my heart with, but those thoughts have disappeared. You are here with me now and we will share a deeper love than most people could imagine."
The people who were watching the wedding could barely constrain themselves. They were weeping with joy. This was like something out of a romantic movie. Everything was so perfect, no flaws, just two people who deeply loved each other, getting together for a life with love and bliss. Soon, however, the wedding was over and everyone had settled in at the reception and Peter was giving a small speech.
"Carter and Lucy, I would never have guessed that this would happen to you two, of all people. I remember the first day you two met. It was something I'll never forget. It was like bringing two alley cats together. Lots of arguing and fighting, and from that day, I don't think you two have ever given the hospital peace. However, you've proved that you love each other and I am very happy for both of you. May your hope give each other hope, may you be the shoulders that the other can lean on, may your love feed each other's hearts, and may you keep arguing ever so often to keep the marriage interesting."
The speech made people chuckle a bit, especially the hospital staff who knew what Peter was talking about. However, after the first dance, and many others that followed, the time had passed and the time had come to leave. The reception was over, the married couple left and the other guests soon followed. Of the many guests who went to the wedding, they all would pretty much agree on the same thing, it was an angelic union.
