Merlin oh Merlin oh Merlin oh Merlin... Molly panted as stood in an elegant gown, with Lucy fussing over her dress and her mother on her hair. Her father stood in front of her, straightening his horn-rimmed glasses in a mirror, then turning to look at her.
Molly thought of saying something to her beloved father, but his face said it all: well, if you're happy, I'm happy. He gave her a sad smile, but his eyes twinkled. Molly suddenly threw herself into his arms, and he hugged her back as Lucy and her mother tutted and groaned.
"Come on, Molly, you're going to look a mess if you start crying now," Lucy moaned. Molly wiped a tear from her eye and stepped back for the two to continue fixing her hair and dress.
Finally, after what seemed like years, Molly stepped forward into the hall, her father on her arm. When she saw him, David, standing there looking awkward, she couldn't help but grin, and walked faster down the aisle than they had rehearsed.
To her father's chagrin, Lucy was the one to catch the bouquet, and immediately caught the eye of a handsome young man. While the two attempted to avoid the rice her cousins pelted at her (namely James, Fred, Louis), Molly called out to Lucy, "I want to be Maid of Honor, Lu! You owe me!" Lucy grinned at her, and made her way to the man she had been eyeing. Molly blew a kiss to her father as they drove off, who was grinding his teeth, glaring at the man Lucy was now talking to.