CHAPTER FOUR
Jim and Iris arrived at The Princess Wedding Chapel. They had agreed that they wanted a small intimate but traditional wedding, in spite of the rushed nature of how it was coming together, with their closest friends in attendance. They planned to visit their families while on their honeymoon. Iris's family had extended their happy wishes to them back in Indianapolis. Jim's mother anxiously waited to meet them in Newark; her current health prevented her being able to fly out for the wedding. Even though Jim had proposed only a month ago, he had wanted a quick wedding. Ever since recovering from his near-fatal gunshot wound, he had a new appreciation of time and wanted to make the most of it with Iris.
Catherine and Sara met them at the door.
"You two look like you started the honeymoon already," Catherine said with mock severity. She was rewarded with a startled glance from Iris, while Brass just grinned away.
"They're ready to do the rehearsal," Sara laughed.
Everyone quickly assumed his or her place for the rehearsal to begin. Besides Grissom as best man, the groomsmen consisted of Nick, Warrick and Greg. The bridesmaids were Catherine, Ellie and Kacee. Sara was the maid of honor. Doctor Albert Robbins was going to walk Iris down the aisle. Little Heidi was the flower girl. The child with Down syndrome was making the most of showing off her princess dress as she called it.
The rehearsal went smoothly and was followed by a small lunch for the wedding party members. Iris was now beginning to feel nervous, and her appetite was nil. She needed some air and excused herself from the table. Brass had been talking to Grissom and saw her leave.
Iris walked out to a courtyard to stand by a fountain. The spray from it was cooling and soothing. She stood quietly with eyes closed, enjoying a tranquil moment. Strong arms suddenly enfolded her as she relaxed into them. Jim spoke softly into her ear, "You okay, milady?"
"Never better…never happier," Iris whispered up to him.
"Careful, don't wanna arrest you for evadin' a wedding," Brass said with a low, throaty laugh. "Come on, your ladies in waiting say it's time to get ready."
They walked back arm-in-arm.