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The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 13
Bridal Sweet
"There we go," Sarah rearranged Lucy's veil. "Perfect." Sarah and Annie were just finishing up the final touches to Lucy's wedding gown.
"Oh, Lucy, you look gorgeous," Annie complimented her daughter. "Doesn't she Mary?"
Mary smiled at her sister and agreed, "Absolutely. You couldn't look any better, Lucy." The women admired their handiwork. Lucy was wearing a princess-type, floor-length wedding gown with a lacy bodice, short sleeves, full satin skirt, and a court train about a foot or so in length. Her veil was made with a tiara type headpiece extended to about the mid-back. Lucy looked fabulous in it.
Lucy turned toward the mirror, her eyes beginning to water up. "No, I won't cry. I am not going to cry," she adamantly told herself.
"Face it, Lucy. You're gonna cry sometime," Mary walked over and straightened up her sister's sleeves. Lucy turned around and gave her a hug. "Yeah, I know; just not yet. I can't cry yet. My make-up will run." She finally noticed Mary's dress. "Those dresses are gorgeous too," she turned to Sarah, "you guys look great in them."
The bridesmaids were wearing what also appeared to be princess-type dresses. They were a solid dark green with a tight-fitting velvety bodice flowing down into a full satin floor length skirt. The dresses were to accentuate the red bowties and cummerbunds the groomsmen would be wearing. Lucy's colors were red and green, as she wanted to add a Christmas theme to her wedding.
A knock on the door interrupted the women. "I'll get that," Mary walked over and open the door. "Ben!"
"Hi," there was a brief pause as Ben forgot why he was there. "You look beautiful, Mary," he said sincerely.
"Thanks, Ben," she smiled shyly. "Do you want something?"
"Yeah, I've gone from being best man to being delivery boy. Would there be a Lucy Camden in here?" he looked over Mary's shoulder.
Lucy turned toward Ben, "I think that's me," she smiled at him.
Ben stood there with his mouth open, "Wow, Luce. You look great! I need to have a tissue handy because Kevin's gonna be drooling when you walk down the aisle."
"Come on in, Ben. We're all decent," Annie invited him in.
Ben stepped into the room. "Can't stay long; I just brought this for you," Ben pulled a small bouquet of miniature red roses from behind his back. Red roses were Lucy's wedding flower; she loved red roses.
"Aww, Ben, that's so sweet of you," Sarah smiled at him.
"There not from me," he handed them to Lucy. "But I think you know who they are from," he winked.
Lucy took the flowers from Ben. "I'm not gonna cry," she said softly.
"She's been trying to talk herself out of crying for the past half hour," Mary explained when Ben gave Lucy a confused look.
"I see," Ben nodded. "In that case, you might not want to read the note that's with the flowers." He pointed toward the small envelope tucked down inside the bouquet. He looked at the others, "I'm assuming it's personal; Kevin told me he'd throw me in jail if I read it."
"Oh!" Sarah gasped. "One last romantic love letter before you get married. Now that's sweet."
"Lucy, I think we'll leave you alone for a few minutes," Annie told her. "I'll send your father in to get you in about five minutes," she kissed Lucy on the cheek before motioning to the other three to follow her out of the room.
After the door closed behind them, Lucy sat down in one of the chairs in the room. She pulled the letter from the bouquet and laid the flowers down in her lap. She carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
My Darling Lucy, It won't be long now, and I'll be watching my beautiful bride walking toward me; toward our new life together. I'll be waiting for you, just as I've been waiting for you all my life. As each day passes, our love will continue to grow. We'll go through bad times as well as the good; but we'll go through them all together - as best friends, as partners, as soul mates, as husband and wife. You know the old saying, "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue"? I've started a new tradition. All you need is something from me - your husband. Carry these roses with you as you take those final steps toward our marriage. Carry them as we say our vows. Carry them as we commit ourselves to each other. Carry them as I finally kiss my bride. I asked your father for his blessing; soon I will thank him - thank him for giving me the greatest gift of all. . .you! I love you more then you could ever know. Forever Yours, Kevin
By the time she was finished reading the letter, Lucy didn't care about her make-up. She was crying, she was smiling, she was laughing. She was feeling so many emotions at once.
A couple minutes later there was a light knock on the door. "Come in," Lucy said as she stood up and peeked into the mirror. Fortunately her make- up hadn't run too badly.
Eric opened the door and stepped inside the room. Lucy turned back around and smiled at her father. "Lucy," he walked toward her. "You look like your mother did on our wedding day," he said softly. "You look breathtaking."
"Thanks, Daddy!" He smiled at her. She hadn't called him "daddy" in a long time.
"You're still my little girl," he told her.
"I will always be your little girl, Daddy."
"You ready to go?"
"I've never been more ready."
The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 13
Bridal Sweet
"There we go," Sarah rearranged Lucy's veil. "Perfect." Sarah and Annie were just finishing up the final touches to Lucy's wedding gown.
"Oh, Lucy, you look gorgeous," Annie complimented her daughter. "Doesn't she Mary?"
Mary smiled at her sister and agreed, "Absolutely. You couldn't look any better, Lucy." The women admired their handiwork. Lucy was wearing a princess-type, floor-length wedding gown with a lacy bodice, short sleeves, full satin skirt, and a court train about a foot or so in length. Her veil was made with a tiara type headpiece extended to about the mid-back. Lucy looked fabulous in it.
Lucy turned toward the mirror, her eyes beginning to water up. "No, I won't cry. I am not going to cry," she adamantly told herself.
"Face it, Lucy. You're gonna cry sometime," Mary walked over and straightened up her sister's sleeves. Lucy turned around and gave her a hug. "Yeah, I know; just not yet. I can't cry yet. My make-up will run." She finally noticed Mary's dress. "Those dresses are gorgeous too," she turned to Sarah, "you guys look great in them."
The bridesmaids were wearing what also appeared to be princess-type dresses. They were a solid dark green with a tight-fitting velvety bodice flowing down into a full satin floor length skirt. The dresses were to accentuate the red bowties and cummerbunds the groomsmen would be wearing. Lucy's colors were red and green, as she wanted to add a Christmas theme to her wedding.
A knock on the door interrupted the women. "I'll get that," Mary walked over and open the door. "Ben!"
"Hi," there was a brief pause as Ben forgot why he was there. "You look beautiful, Mary," he said sincerely.
"Thanks, Ben," she smiled shyly. "Do you want something?"
"Yeah, I've gone from being best man to being delivery boy. Would there be a Lucy Camden in here?" he looked over Mary's shoulder.
Lucy turned toward Ben, "I think that's me," she smiled at him.
Ben stood there with his mouth open, "Wow, Luce. You look great! I need to have a tissue handy because Kevin's gonna be drooling when you walk down the aisle."
"Come on in, Ben. We're all decent," Annie invited him in.
Ben stepped into the room. "Can't stay long; I just brought this for you," Ben pulled a small bouquet of miniature red roses from behind his back. Red roses were Lucy's wedding flower; she loved red roses.
"Aww, Ben, that's so sweet of you," Sarah smiled at him.
"There not from me," he handed them to Lucy. "But I think you know who they are from," he winked.
Lucy took the flowers from Ben. "I'm not gonna cry," she said softly.
"She's been trying to talk herself out of crying for the past half hour," Mary explained when Ben gave Lucy a confused look.
"I see," Ben nodded. "In that case, you might not want to read the note that's with the flowers." He pointed toward the small envelope tucked down inside the bouquet. He looked at the others, "I'm assuming it's personal; Kevin told me he'd throw me in jail if I read it."
"Oh!" Sarah gasped. "One last romantic love letter before you get married. Now that's sweet."
"Lucy, I think we'll leave you alone for a few minutes," Annie told her. "I'll send your father in to get you in about five minutes," she kissed Lucy on the cheek before motioning to the other three to follow her out of the room.
After the door closed behind them, Lucy sat down in one of the chairs in the room. She pulled the letter from the bouquet and laid the flowers down in her lap. She carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
My Darling Lucy, It won't be long now, and I'll be watching my beautiful bride walking toward me; toward our new life together. I'll be waiting for you, just as I've been waiting for you all my life. As each day passes, our love will continue to grow. We'll go through bad times as well as the good; but we'll go through them all together - as best friends, as partners, as soul mates, as husband and wife. You know the old saying, "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue"? I've started a new tradition. All you need is something from me - your husband. Carry these roses with you as you take those final steps toward our marriage. Carry them as we say our vows. Carry them as we commit ourselves to each other. Carry them as I finally kiss my bride. I asked your father for his blessing; soon I will thank him - thank him for giving me the greatest gift of all. . .you! I love you more then you could ever know. Forever Yours, Kevin
By the time she was finished reading the letter, Lucy didn't care about her make-up. She was crying, she was smiling, she was laughing. She was feeling so many emotions at once.
A couple minutes later there was a light knock on the door. "Come in," Lucy said as she stood up and peeked into the mirror. Fortunately her make- up hadn't run too badly.
Eric opened the door and stepped inside the room. Lucy turned back around and smiled at her father. "Lucy," he walked toward her. "You look like your mother did on our wedding day," he said softly. "You look breathtaking."
"Thanks, Daddy!" He smiled at her. She hadn't called him "daddy" in a long time.
"You're still my little girl," he told her.
"I will always be your little girl, Daddy."
"You ready to go?"
"I've never been more ready."