"Guess what," Louis said to Anne as they met up at the beginning of the bike trail. "My brother Charlie's getting married in a couple of weeks."

"I don't believe it!" Anne replied as she climbed onto her bike. She'd talked Louis into the outing, as they both knew he needed the exercise. "You mean he actually decided to settle down with just one woman?"

Louis laughed. "More like he has to. He got her pregnant."

"Oh, so you're to be an uncle, then! Congratulations!" Anne did her best to ignore the stab of envy she felt in her gut. "What's his fiancee's name?"

"Terri Savoy. He's only known her a few weeks - since about January, I think."

"Wow." A spring breeze blew through Anne's long ebony locks. "Sometimes I think it's weird how different you and Charlie are."

"What do you mean?"

"Well - I mean, with women." Anne found it hard to say exactly what she meant.

"Oh, yeah. They've always been really drawn to him, all right." Louis sighed.

Anne gave him a reassuring smile. "I love you just the way you are, Louis."

"Thanks, Anne."

"So where is this wedding to be held?"

"St. Mary's. You know where it is, right?"

"I go past it all the time, but I've never been inside it before."

"That's right, you're a Protestant, aren't you?"

"Yeah. My family and I go to St. Anna's Anglican Church. We've gone there ever since we moved here."

An awkward silence followed.

"That's OK with you, isn't it?" Anne asked after awhile.

"Of course it is. It's never made any difference to me what religion you are."

"I'm so glad!"

Louis grinned. "Were you really worried about it?"

Anne shrugged. "Sometimes I just get really silly about things."

That evening, Anne went to the mall to look for a present for Charlie and Terri. She'd only met Charlie a couple of times, and of course Terri was a complete stranger, so she had no idea what they'd like. In the end, she decided she couldn't go wrong with a set of monogrammed silverware.

On the day of the wedding, Louis picked Anne up at her home. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and grey tie. Anne wore a white dress with a lace and flower design on the front. She wore white heels.

Louis gulped when he first saw her. "Wow, Anne, you're really beautiful!"

"Thanks. You look really nice yourself," Anne replied.

Soon they arrived at the large, beige church. Louis parked, and they went inside. The church's interior was gold, and there was a pillar on each side, and multiple statues were in front. The floor was made of highly polished wood, and the pews were made of dark brown wood with intricate designs carved at the ends. Anne and Louis went to where Louis's parents were seated.

"It's so good to see you again, darling," Mrs. Bourbon told Anne as she embraced her.

"It's good to see you again, too," Anne replied.

Soon it was time for the service to begin. Organ music played as Terri walked down the aisle toward her waiting groom. Anne saw she was petite and had a larger-than-average nose but was nicely tanned. She had long brown hair and grey eyes.

As the couple repeated their vows, Anne's mind went back to her own wedding, how young and naive she'd been. She remembered her father's beaming face from the front row. Henry had been so charming, so gallant, and had seemed so sincere. She'd been sure their love would last forever.

What a fool she'd been!

Louis clasped Anne's hand as he listened to his brother exchange vows with the woman he claimed to love. Although he bore Charlie no ill will, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be if it were himself and Anne at the front of the church instead of Charlie and Terri. After the hurt caused by Marie's deception and betrayal, Anne had made him feel wanted and desirable again.

Yet when he remembered the glint in Thomas Boleyn's eyes, he quaked inside. Surely the greedy, materialistic, power-hungry attorney would never accept an humble locksmith as a son-in-law.

Oh well, at least he and Anne could still see each other as often as they wanted, and even spend an occasional night together.

The ceremony ended, and a reception followed in the church fellowship hall. Louis and Anne joined the rest of his and Terri's families. He barely knew the young woman and felt uneasy at the thought of approaching her, but he wanted to do the polite thing and welcome her to the family.

"Um, Terri?" he said to her.

"Louis! It's good to see you again. I'm glad you could come." She smiled as she shook his hand. Anne appeared beside him.

"This is my friend, Anne Boleyn," he told Terri.

"Nice to meet you." Terri shook Anne's hand.

"Nice to meet you, too," said Anne. "Have you always lived around here?"

"I'm from Baton Rouge," Terri replied. "I moved here to go to Tulane and ended up getting a job and staying here after I graduated. What about you?"

"I'm from Pensacola, Florida," Anne told her. "How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

"I come from a pretty big family," Terri replied. "I have three brothers and three sisters. I'm the third oldest. How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

"That's my brother, George, over there." Anne nodded toward George and Elisabeth, who stood chatting with a middle-aged couple Anne assumed to be Terri's parents. "I have a sister, too. Her name's Mary. She's married and has two kids. When's your baby due?"

"December third. Do you have any kids?"

Anne shook her head, feeling a stab of pain at the memory of the miscarriage. She noticed a woman who bore a strong resemblance to Terri standing near George and Elizabeth.

"That's my sister Carla," said Terri, as if she were reading Anne's mind. "She's jealous because she's three years older than me and still single."

Anne didn't like the way Carla was looking at George at all - as if he was a t-bone steak and she was starving.