Chapter 11: The Wedding
Countdown: 4 hours
Spier Household…
The Spier house was a buzz with activity as the girls got ready for the wedding. Claudia was busy doing Mary Anne's hair, while Stacey was doing last minuet adjustments on her dress. Mal was helping Jessi into her dress, and Emily Michelle was prancing around with her basket. Dawn was trying to convince Kristy to put on at least a little makeup. Anna was doing her best to wrestle Abby's hair into some kind of order
Kishi Household…
The boys were somewhat more relaxed. They were playing cards and teasing Logan with fake horror stories about marriages gone wrong. But they also wished him the best of luck, and much happiness. Eventually, they got dressed and headed to the church.
Spier Household…
"Done!" Claudia proclaimed.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Mary Anne. They were speechless. She looked gorgeous. Someone knocked on the door.
"Mary Anne? Can I come in?" said Mr. Spier.
The girls left so father and daughter could have a moment alone. He gave a small gasp when he saw her.
"Hi, Dad."
He couldn't believe it. This was the day. His Mary Anne, his baby girl was getting married. And she looked so like her mother. He collected himself and smiled at her.
"Hello, darling. You look beautiful. I have something for you." Said Mr. Spier.
He handed her a small black box. Mary Anne opened it and gasped. It was a beautiful silver necklace, with two hearts entwined.
"Dad, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.
"It was your mother's," he said softly as he fastened it around her neck. "She wore it on our wedding day, so it is only right you wear it today. You look just like her. Simply lovely."
"Oh, Dad," she whispered, "Thank you. So much."
"I love you, Mary Anne." He said, hugging her tightly. "Now then, dry those eyes. That's my girl. I think there is a certain young man who is waiting for you.
At the church…
People filled the pews at the church. If you looked, you saw people from all stages of Mary Anne and Logan's lives. Mary Anne's grandmother, some teachers, and her friends' families. But mostly it was filled with her sitting charges, many almost grown. The Rodowskys, the Perkins girls, the Arnold twins, the Newtons, the Prezziosos, the Braddocks, the Barrett-Dewitt's…and more. All were thinking about the quiet, cheerful girl who soothed their childhood fears with a calm voice and gentle hand. She was much loved in her little town. Logan's family also came, but it was quite small. His mother and father, and little brother and sister, Hunter and Kerry. But Logan also had a fan club. Many of the kids there remembered games taught by a patient teacher who never yelled or lost his temper. He had coached a little league team in high school, and all his young players were there. Everyone was happy for both of them. They deserved a good life.
Finally, it was time to begin.
Logan's POV:
I had been calm all morning, but suddenly, standing at the alter, I started sweating and shaking. Was I doing the right thing? Was she really the girl for me? Then the music started. Anna and a group of orchestra friends were playing the wedding march. First down the aisle was Dawn and Rob, followed by Kristy and Bart, Mallory and Ben, and Jessi and Quint. Then came Emily Michelle waltzing down the aisle, while Squirt struggled to keep up. Then Mr. Spier appeared, Mary Anne at his elbow. As soon as I saw her, all my fears flew out the window. What was I thinking? This was Mary Anne. MY Mary Anne. My angel. The smart, kind, lovely girl who turned into a smart, kind, lovely woman. Her eyes met mine from behind her veil, and she smiled. She was so beautiful. Her dress was a marvel. It was white satin, and sleeveless. It hugged her curves perfectly, and was modest but becoming. There was a short train behind. On her head was a small tiara with a veil attached. Her hair was in a half pony tail, curls tumbling down over her shoulders. I was going to have to thank Claudia and Stacey later. Then Alan nudged me, and I blinked. She was standing before me, kissing her father. He shook my hand and gave me hers. The service went by in a blur. We vowed our love and fidelity before God and our friends, and exchanged rings. But one thing broke through my haze.
"You may kiss the bride."
I lifted her veil, took her face gently in my hands, and we kissed. The next thing I knew everyone was cheering, and Father John was saying, "It is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Logan Bruno!"
A/N- Hey! I hope you liked the chapter. Next chapter is the reception. It will hopefully be up in a few days. Happy Birthday to me! hehe I'm 15 today. Please review! The more I get the faster I update...