CHAPTER SIX
Nick, Warrick and Greg were ushering in the guests to be seated in the chapel. Brass was stunned to see Annie Kramer walk in and be seated. He quickly made his way to where she sat. This could prove to be an awkward situation.
"Annie, how are ya?" Jim asked. He embraced her as she gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.
"My Jimmy, aren't you a handsome boy today," Annie said softly. "Don't think I'm here to crash your special day or anything…Iris invited me."
Brass shook his head in surprise. "That's Iris," he said, still trying to fathom the motives of his bride.
"She's a class act all the way, Jimmy. Not many women would invite the ex-lover of their fiancé to the wedding and be absolutely sincere about it. And, no, I won't object when the minister gets to that part." Annie said, smiling wistfully, in spite of herself.
"Hon, hope to see you at the reception, gotta go," Brass said.
"I'll be there," Annie replied.
"Jim! Down in front," Grissom called out to Brass.
Brass squeezed Annie on the shoulder and got up to rejoin Grissom.
Pastor Mel Olle, from the church Iris attended, was going over last-minute instructions with Jim and Grissom just before the ceremony began.
In a room just off the back of the chapel, Iris waited with Doctor Albert Robbins. "Al, I feel faint. Do I look okay?" Iris asked, her voice quavering just a bit.
"Iris, you've watched me do autopsies on the worst without puking and you feel faint over this? I haven't seen a lovelier bride besides the one I've been married to as you, my dear." Albert said truthfully as he gave Iris a soft kiss on the cheek.
"My thanks," Iris said, inclining her head.
"Well, they're playing your song," Albert said as he offered his arm to Iris.