One week later…

As the choir sang, Clarisse elegantly made her way down the aisle in a simple, but lovely white full-length gown. There were only about ten people in the whole chapel, as they wanted to keep the wedding as small as possible. The only people there were Rupert, Josie, Clarisse, Joseph, the minister and the small choir. She walked towards her waiting groom and smiled, knowing that nothing could possibly go wrong. It was the happiest day of her life, until…

"Your Honour, I object!"

It was Rupert and he was drunk, "I can't let this…buuuurrrrrrrrp…wedding take place today, for you see, I am in love with the…groom."

"Rupert! Sit down!" Josie whispered, smacking his leg.

"No, I won't sit down until that man is my wife."

Clarisse and Joseph looked at each other in disbelief, "Tell me, why did you invite him to the wedding?"

"I didn't invite him, your mother did!"

"And who invited her?"

"You did!"

"I see. Can't you say something to him?"

"You say something, you're his one and only."

"Oh, haha."

They turned their attention back to Rupert.

"And that's why, Joey dearest, you should marry me, instead of him."
He passed out on the floor and they carried on with the wedding as if nothing had happened.

"Do you, Joseph Alan Vellada, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, for better or worse for as long as you both shall live?"

"No."

"No?" Clarisse asked, gasping for breath.

"I'm so sorry, Clarisse, I can't. I'm in love with somebody else."

He looked at Rupert and smiled, but Clarisse's fist knocked that smile right off his face.

"Joseph, you have just completely destroyed my wedding!"

"Hey, I was only kidding."

She stormed off to one of the small rooms and put her head in her hands, allowing the tears to fall. Naturally, Joseph followed.

"I'm sorry, darling, I couldn't help myself."

"Why don't you just go back to your floozy?"

"I'm not in love with Rupert, it was a joke."

"Oh how very funny, Joseph, I laughed so hard that I'm going to have to change my underwear."

He giggled, then put on a serious tone, "Are you going to come back out there and marry me?"

"No."

He started tickling her, "Are you?"

"Nohohohaha!"

"Are you?"

"No!"

"Really?"

The excitement was a little too overwhelming, so she decided to give in, "Alright, alright. Just stop that."

He kissed her cheek and led her out the door and back down the aisle.

"But if there's any more of that silly business, I won't."

"I will stay purely professional."

Later…

Clarisse and Joseph were so happy when the minister announced, "I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride," without further interruptions.

Josie was happy too, because her son was finally married, "Congratulations sweetie!"

"Thanks mom."

"So what now? Are we going out to dinner?"

"No, we're going to have our photos taken first. Come on, to the limo."

"Shouldn't we wait until Rupert wakes up?"

Clarisse and Joseph both had the same answer to that question, "NO!"

"Oh, alright then."


They stopped at the Genovian Gardens to have their photos taken. Fortunately for them, the flowers were all very much in bloom and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. However, unfortunately the photographer wasn't there. This made Josie quite agitated.

"I do wish he'd hurry up and get here, I'm starving."

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be here soon."

"Soon isn't soon enough. I'm hungry now."

"Then why don't you go across the road and get a snack."

"It's too far."

"It's twenty meters away!"

"You see, too far. Joseph, why don't you run across and get your mother a hotdog?"

Joseph raised his voice, "Because it's MY special day! You should be getting me a hot dog!"

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me, Josephine!"

That was the name she used to call him in front of anyone she didn't want in her house in hopes that he wouldn't invite them back.

"Mother! If you want a hot dog, get it yourself."

"You see that, Clarisse, he's not very kind to his mother."

"Josie, don't look now, but I think that man at the hotdog stand is looking at you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why don't you go talk to him?"

"You think I should?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Joseph and Clarisse watched as she hurried across the road.

"I never knew my mother was such a…"

"Joseph, we're alone…"

"Such a…oh!"

As he leant forward to kiss her, the photographer arrived.

"Mr and Mrs Vellada?"

Clarisse went bright red, "Yes, that's us."

"Oh good, I found you. I'm Harry Stanford, I'm here to take your wedding photos."

Joseph held out his hand, "A pleasure to meet you."

"Congratulations on your big day, you must be very happy that she showed up."

They stared awkwardly at each other, "Shall we get on with it?"


Eventually…

Outside the restaurant, Josie had a small decision to make, "Hmm…I can't decide, they both look so good."

"Just pick one!" Joseph snapped.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I think I'm going to have to choose Blaine to accompany me to dinner tonight. Sorry."

"Such a…"

"Joseph!"

"Sorry. You look very beautiful tonight."

"Thankyou darling, so do you."

"I'm so happy that you're my wife. Who would have thought you'd give up the high-life and run away with me?"

"My grandma, that's who."

"Your grandmother?"

"Long story."

"Ah. Oh no, look over there."

"Where?"

"There!"

They saw a few people with cameras running up the street and heading towards them.

"Oh, no. How did they find us here?"

"Listen, Clarisse, I've been thinking."

"Wow, how unusual."

"I'm trying to ask you something."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Do you want to move?"

"Move? What do you mean move?"

"Away…out of the country."

"What? Why?"

"Because I want us to start anew in a place where nobody knows who we are and the media isn't the least bit interested in us. "

"Move out of the country? How could you even think about leaving Genovia? It's my home. I grew up here. My kids are here. My life is here."

"Where is your heart?"

"God, that is so cheesy."

"Well?"

"I don't know, last time I checked, you had it."

"Exactly. And would you follow it if it decided it wanted to go to another country?"

"I don't know, I'd have to think about it. Now can we please go inside before we end up on every magazine cover in this country?"

"Of course."

"Where did you want to move to anyway?"

"Well I've heard nice things about Australia…"