(Frank's POV)
Today's the day.
After months of planning, and spending the last couple of weeks apart, today's the day I get to tie the knot with Jenny.
I'm standing at the altar, waiting for the love of my life to walk down the aisle. Not only is the church decorated with flowers and silk ribbons, but it's packed, with people standing at the back.
My stomach jumps as I look out over the heads of the congregation, trying to swallow with a throat suddenly dry of saliva.
I hope I don't do anything to embarrass myself, like dropping the ring or fluffing my lines. Or worse, I hope I don't do a Ross Geller and say the wrong name.
I shake my head, dismissing the thought.
Get a hold of yourself, Frank. You're not gonna mess this up. You've practised this over a hundred times. There's no way you'll make any mistakes.
I need to calm down – take a deep breath.
Everything's going to be all right. Nothing is going to go wrong. All you need to do is stay calm…
I nearly jump a mile as a hand taps my shoulder.
I whirl around and find myself face-to-face with Zeke!
"Hey, take it easy, Frank. It's only me," he says, holding up his hands. "I just wanted to see how you're doing."
I don't reply. I give Zeke the thumbs-up sign.
"Don't worry, Frank, you'll be fine," Zeke reassures me. "It's just like how we rehearsed. Except that you'll be kissing Jen rather than me."
I can't help but smile, my body relaxing at Zeke's joke. He's right – I'll be fine. Just stay calm, remember your lines and it'll all be over.
Suddenly everyone in the church instantly become silent. The music starts.
The time has come.
I'm finally going to marry Jenny.
Despite all the planning headaches leading up to the big day, all of the stress has disappeared the minute we see each other. Jenny is radiantly glowing with happiness, and I am in awe at the gorgeousness of my future wife.
Wow!
She is absolutely stunning in her long white gown. It hugs her curvaceous figure perfectly and it has a plunging neckline that shows off a nice amount of cleavage – and that's enough to set my pulse racing. I hook a finger into the buttoned collar of my shirt and tug gently in adjustment. She looks amazing.
When Jenny arrives at the altar, she takes her place beside me. "You ready?" she asks.
I swallow and nod.
An elderly priest appears before us and says a few introductory words to the congregation and the marriage ceremony begins.
The priest asks everyone present if there is any reason in law why Jenny and I should not marry – but there's no reply.
"Now before we go into the marriage vows, the bride and groom would like to say a few words to each other," says the priest.
Jenny and I agreed that we should write our own marriage vows before we say the traditional ones.
The priest lets Jenny go first. She talks about how she felt when we first met, what made her fall in love and when she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Then she makes a couple of promises. It's poetic and romantic at the same time.
"I love you, Frank," Jenny finishes, staring deeply at me with those large, thickly lashed dark eyes.
It's my turn. I stare out at the pews, filled with people.
The church grows silent. Everyone is waiting for me to speak.
I open my mouth – and realize I don't remember what I'm supposed to say.
I stare out at the faces of the congregation.
I have forgotten everything. Every word. Every line.
The words have all flown away, like birds leaving a nest.
My nest is empty. My mind is a total blank.
I stand there in panic. I can't move. I can't speak.
I wake up in a cold sweat. My entire body trembles. My muscles have all knotted up. I have kicked the duvet on to the floor.
What a horrible dream.
That's the third time this week that I've dreamt about the wedding that ended in a nightmare. The first time it happened was a couple of nights ago when I dreamt about me arriving at the wrong church. Then when I finally do arrive at the correct church, not only do I arrive extremely late… but I arrived at the ceremony wearing only my underwear! And the second one was based on the Dustin Hoffman film The Graduate, with Jenny leaving me at the altar for Robert Downey, Jr.
After taking a few deep breathes to relax myself, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and I swing my legs out of bed and go into the bathroom. I turn on the water full force. I make sure it's nice and cool, none of that lukewarm stuff.
I take my time washing my face thoroughly and splashing it with the tap water to rinse it off. I want to forget about that awful nightmare as quickly as I can – again. When I finish, I do my usual bathroom antics of brushing my teeth and having a shower.
As I soap myself under the streaming water, I begin to wonder why I keep having wedding nightmares. For months I have dreamt about perfect my wedding would be. Now for the last few days, I have had trouble sleeping; I'm tossing and turning, and I've started to become worrisome, anxious and tense.
I mean it's pretty obvious the reason I'm like this is because of my upcoming nuptials. The closer I get to the big day, the more freaked out I become. I suppose it's just nerves. I'm sure it's normal. It is normal. Heck, I bet Jenny is freaking out, too.
Once I'm out of the shower, I dry my face and body very hard on my towel. I rub my skin raw and red.
The rubbing wakes me up, invigorates me. I wrap the towel around my waist and I reach for the handle and open the door…
And let out a yelp of surprise when something is thrown in my face.
"Happy wedding day!" says a group of familiar voices.
It's Zeke, Oscar and Percy. They invited themselves over to my house yesterday and we all had a guys' night in. We ordered takeaways, played video games, watched films, and talked. All three stayed the night.
And now I regret that decision.
I glare at the three. "What is wrong with you guys? You scared the hell out of me. You can't just burst into my bathroom like lunatics, throwing" – I look down and see small pieces of paper lying on the floor – "confetti at me. What if I had a heart condition?"
Zeke's brows rise in question. "Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Have a heart condition?"
"No, but that's beside the point. You didn't know if I had a medical condition or not. But if I had, you'd be feeling pretty sorry right about now."
"But you don't. I've read your files, Frank. I've read everybody's files."
I roll my eyes. "Seriously?"
"OK. OK. I'm sorry. We're all sorry."
"Sorry," Oscar and Percy murmur.
"Anyway, why are you getting so worked up for?" Percy adds. "I thought that you'd be laughing and joking around with us, considering that you're getting married today."
I open my mouth to speak when Oscar interrupts me.
"OK, everyone, let's all take a breather," he says, doing a T-sign with his hands. "Look, I think we all started this morning off on the wrong foot. Frank – Zeke, Percy and I are very sorry for scaring you like that. But we thought you'd be more excited than that. For the last few days, you've become a panicky worrywart, to the point of you being a nervous wreck, and we thought that you could do some cheering up."
"And that backfired big time," Percy adds.
I suddenly feel about two inches tall. Zeke, Oscar and Percy are being good friends. They're trying to make me feel better. And what am I doing? Being a miserable sod and snapping at them when there is no reason to. I know the guys mean well. I'm nervous about getting married and I'm just taking it out on them. I scold myself for acting this way.
"I'm sorry, guys," I say. "I had no right to bite your heads off – I was a jerk. I guess these last few days have been overwhelming in the lead up to today. I'm a gamut of emotions – feeling nervous and stressed and excited and wrecked and pumped and dazed and crazed, all at the same time. I'm such a mess!"
We all grin ruefully. But Zeke has a familiar gleam in his eyes.
"You know what," he says, "we are being way too negative. We should be giddy and excited – it's Frank's wedding day, for God's sake!"
We all murmur in agreement.
"And I know what we need to bring that mood back," Zeke continues. "Pamper session!" Zeke sings while doing jazz hands.
"A pamper session?" I repeat, bewildered. "Zeke, I'm getting married in a few hours. We don't have time for something as meaningless as that – I certainly don't need it."
"I think you'll find that that is exactly what you need," Oscar tells me. "Look, Frank, you said so yourself that your emotions have been all over the place for the past few days, and maybe" – he shrugs his shoulders – "I don't know, maybe a bit of indulgence will get your emotions in check."
"Oscar's right, Frank," says Percy. "You need to clear your mind and relax your body. Just a couple of hours of spa and beauty treatments and you'll transform yourself from the highly strung worryguts you've been for the last week to the confident and handsome man Jenny is going to marry."
I must admit, they do have a point. I need to get my act together, and… I don't know. I suppose a pamper session is the only way to make me more relaxed. Like Zeke said, it's my wedding day. A little indulgent won't hurt me, right?
I sigh. "OK, guys. You win. Let's get 'pampered up'."
"Yes!" Zeke cheers. "This is just as well, because I already booked the appointment. We need to be there by nine a.m. So hurry up and get dressed. Let's get this wedding day party started!"
With a cheer, Zeke, Oscar and Percy leave the bathroom and retreat downstairs. As for me, I go into my room, pull on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, and give my hair a few careless swipes with a brush. Then I go to look out of the window at what promises to be a glorious day.
I join the others in the kitchen diner and we bond together whilst having a hearty (and unhealthy) full English breakfast.
When we finish and we clear everything away, we head out of the house and into the Uber that Zeke ordered.
The driver takes us to the City of London, stopping outside a hotel called The Ned. We go inside and head for the spa where we are treated to a deep tissue massage, a pedicure, a manicure and a facial treatment. The whole experience has left me feeling cleansed, rejuvenated and uplifted. After the spa, Zeke, Oscar, Percy and I take a trip to the barber's where I get to experience the best of a traditional Turkish barbering. My ponytail that I have had for almost four years gets chopped off, and I'm given a bespoke haircut. Afterwards, I'm given an expert cut-throat shave that leaves my skin as smooth as silk, before rounding off with an ear flaming. I also receive a hot-towel treatment and a massage with an additional service of a brow threading. The result is more than I expected. I look good – pretty darn good.
It's a little after two o'clock when we return to my house. A man in his thirties, wearing a grey suit is waiting at the front door, carrying a camera. He introduces himself as Cameron, the wedding photographer. We let him in and I tell him to wait in the living room while the rest of us get ready. I head up to my bedroom, close the door behind me and strip down to my boxers. I take out a suit bag from the wardrobe and drape it over the bed. I unzip the bag and remove the suit within carefully, laying it on the duvet piece by piece.
"Splendid," I murmur when I'm done, surveying the suit once more. Then, I start to put the suit on.
Ten minutes later, I look at my image in the mirror. A tailored black tux with a satin white waistcoat and a crisp white shirt, both with pearl buttons, along with my white satin bowtie – I look sharp and stylish. Shiny black Oxford shoes complete the look.
Satisfied, I leave the bedroom and go downstairs. I stroll into the living room, where Oscar, Percy and Zeke are having their pictures taken by Cameron. The three are dressed in classic black tuxedos, black bowties and a pair of matching shoes.
Cameron is the first to see me and he snaps a few shots of me. Then Percy, Oscar and Zeke turn their focus on me.
"Well! Check you out, Mr. Bond," says Percy.
I chuckle. "All I'm missing is a shaken Martini and a pistol," I say. "But I do look OK, though, don't I?"
"OK?! Frank, you are more than just OK. You are the living definition of tall, dark, and handsome."
"Yeah, Frank," Oscar agrees. "You look an absolute knockout – it'll make Jenny swoon with delight."
Zeke surveys me from head to toe before approval enters his eyes.
"Frank, I gotta tell you. That tux looks like a piece of 'good God' wrapped in some 'have mercy' with a side of 'mmm'!" he says, and then adds, "Fresh Prince reference."
I smile. "Thanks, guys."
The four of us gather together and Cameron takes some group shots of us.
About five minutes later, Cameron wraps up his photo session and sees himself out, telling us he'll see us at the church. Just as Cameron leaves, my mother enters – and she is a natural beauty dressed for a sophisticated wedding.
Mummy's intricately crafted ensemble includes plenty of drama with a deep pink floral print dress featuring puff sleeves, cinched waist and tufted back pleats. Her hair is swept into a low side chignon beneath a hat with a wide brim that's adorned with tiny dark and light pink rosettes and layers of delicate pink tulle netting. Her artfully applied makeup echoes the vivid floral hues in her dress and sets off her brilliant blue eyes.
Her opera-length gloves are made of shirred charmeuse and her jewellery is all very ladylike. A pearl necklace and earrings add sophistication. Sling back heels complete the beautiful ensemble.
"Hello, Mother." I go up to her and leaning forward, I kiss her powdery cheek. "As always, you look stunning."
"Why, thank you, darling," she replies. "And you look striking in your tux – just like your father did on our wedding day." She looks to Zeke, Oscar and Percy. "And the three of you look ever so handsome."
"Thanks, Martha," the three say. "You're looking pretty sweet yourself," Zeke adds, winking.
"Thank you," she murmurs, her cheeks matching the colour of her dress. "Anyway, Frank, I wanted to give you a couple of presents before we go." Mummy goes into her clutch bag and takes out a white carnation and a small black box.
"This carnation is just like the one your father wore when he got married to me," says Mummy. I let her put the flower in my lapel. Then she hands me the box. I open it, and inside is a pair of sterling silver and black onyx cufflinks.
I gasp. "These are Dad's cufflinks."
Mummy nods. "He wore those on his wedding day," she tells me. "And I know that he would have wanted you to wear them at your wedding."
At first I don't speak. I stare at the cufflinks, and while I'm happy to wear something that belonged to my father, I just wished that he was the one to present them to me. I wish he was here, standing right in front of me, telling me how proud he is.
But then again, by wearing the cufflinks, it will symbolize that my father is close to me or at least in the room with me as I get married. And I know that he'll be smiling with approval at the woman I'm marrying and feeling extremely proud at the man I've become.
"Frank? Are you OK?" Oscar asks, breaking me out of silent musings.
"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm fine," I say. I bend down and hug my mother, my arms around her. "Thank you, Mummy. These gifts are thoughtful and wonderful – I love them. And I love you."
"I love you too, darling," she says, hugging me back.
There is a little silence. Like everything around us has stopped. We're all in our own little world.
"Anyway," I say when I pull away, "what are we doing standing around for? Let's go. Let's get married," I say.
I put on my cufflinks. Then we collect our belongings and leave the house.
BABS awaits us on the kerb. White ribbons are displayed on the front of the car. Me, Oscar and Percy climb into the back of car. Then Mummy slides into the front passenger seat and Zeke gets behind the wheel.
After everyone settles in, Zeke starts up BABS and pulls away from the kerb, and we make our way to the church.
(Jenny's POV)
The wedding.
The wedding.
The wedding.
It's the day of the wedding; I know it the moment I wake before I even open my eyes. My heart starts thudding. In a few hours I'll be reunited with Frank after being away from him for two weeks. We'll exchange our vows, and then… we'll be married.
I'll be Mrs Frank London.
Oh God. For months I've been eagerly waiting for this day to come, like a child waiting for Christmas morning. And now that the day has finally arrived, I don't feel excited as I thought I would be. In fact, I'm the opposite – I'm nervous! I think it's finally sunken in that I'm getting married.
I close my eyes tight and burrow down under the duvet.
I can't believe it's actually happening. I'm getting married. ME! Can you believe it? Because I can't. I never thought the day would come that I would ever get married. It's not like I've been dreaming this day my whole life. I haven't been planning a massive, Disney-infused fairy tale wedding since the age of ten, have I? When I was ten I wanted to be in Fun House or Gladiators, or become a Mighty Morphin Power Ranger. Not researching churches, flowers, reception venues, bridesmaid dresses and the car which will take me to the church. All my life I've been a tomboy. Sassy, feisty, stubborn, and hot-tempered. I play sports and video games, and read comics. I swear like a sailor and drink like a fish. I also practise martial arts, so I'm an expert in butt-kicking. However, I do have a girly interest or two, such as shopping and fashion. My point being is that I never ever ever thought I would find and marry someone who loves me… for me.
Despite my loud, 'in-your-face' attitude, Frank loves me for who I am and he wouldn't want to change anything about me. And I wouldn't want to change anything about him.
Suddenly, I'm feeling better – more than better. I'm back to being excited. I can't wait to be with Frank. I can't wait to marry him and spend the rest of my life with…
"Wake up it's a beautiful morning; feel the sun shining for your eyes. Wake up it's so beautiful; for what could be the very last time…!" Someone plucks at my covers, pulls my hair, and tickles my neck as they sang The Boo Radleys' 'Wake Up Boo!'.
"Livi – what the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" I squeal.
"Aha! That made you wake up, eh!" she says. "Come on, you want to look good for today, don't you? Your big day!"
I resurface from the duvet, frazzled and frizzed.
"Livi, you can't just barge into my room and… assault me!" I say, sitting up.
"But I did knock – honest," she tells me. "I just assumed that you were sound asleep not to hear me, so I thought I'd come in be your personal alarm clock."
I tut. "Well, next time, wake me up in a calmer and gentler fashion, like giving my shoulder a gentle shake or opening the curtains or something. Besides I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking."
"What about?"
I sigh. "About how shit-scared I was about getting married because I thought I would never find a boyfriend and settle down with him because of my tough girl attitude. But then I finally realized that Frank doesn't mind all that and he loves me for who I am and wouldn't want to change me for the world. And I wouldn't want to change him for the world. And now I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him."
Livi gives a little smile. "Well, I'm happy that you have someone in your life who worships the ground you walk on. I'm still looking for my Mr. Right. I don't intend on becoming a bitter and unhappy old maid, living with ten dozen cats, thank you very much."
I certainly don't. I see Livi as a Mrs Robinson-type figure: a rich, glamour puss with a taste for the younger man.
"Anyway, get this breakfast down. You need something solid in your tummy to see you through the morning." Livi puts a breakfast tray in front of me: two scrambled eggs on toast, fresh orange juice and a small fruit salad.
There is a little silence. I'm definitely underwhelmed.
"Er… where the rest of my breakfast?" I ask, staring at my plate. "Where's my bacon and sausage roll? My egg muffin? My hash browns, and pancakes?"
"Sorry, sis – this is Aunt Hermione's special wholesome bridal breakfast. And before you ask, she gave me very strict instructions not to sneak you any of the food that you just mentioned," Livi tells me. "Enjoy."
Livi goes off to have a shower while I dig in to my 'wholesome' breakfast. I know Aunt Hermione means well, but she's being a bit of a mother hen. But I suppose she has been like a second mother to me in the eighteen months that I've stayed with her and Uncle Richie. Also, if she hadn't nagged at me for getting me to work at St Hope's, I would have never met Frank. So I have a lot to thank her for.
Just as I finish breakfast, there's a knock at the door, and Livi tells me that the bathroom is free. I get up, collect my toiletry bag and go into the bathroom. I clean my teeth and I have a long hot bath, lying back under the bubbles, and think about the events for the day.
I towel myself dry, put on my comfy bath robe and wrap my hair in a turban towel and then go downstairs to join Livi – and the rest of my bridal party who arrived as I was in the bathroom: Rose, Carrie, Emmeline and Laura.
We all rush at each other and hug.
"Today's the day!" Carrie says excitedly. "How are you feeling, Jen? Nervous? Excited?"
"Somewhere in-between, but slightly leaning towards excited," I say. "I just hope everything goes to plan."
"And it will," Laura assures me with a lilting Irish accent. "Try not to mind about the details today. Definitely don't sweat the small stuff. With all your planning and preparation, your big day will undoubtedly be beautiful."
"Exactly – be positive. Smile, be happy and enjoy your wedding day. It's going to be amazing," Rose informs me.
"In short, you'll have a damn good time. And the good news is that it would be completely worth the stress," says Emmeline.
"You're going to love it too, but make sure you cut yourself lots of slack, take care of yourself, and give yourself a huge pat on the back. Don't let anxiety hold you back, you're getting married, and you're awesome," Livi tells me.
I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling reassured and relaxed. "Thanks, guys," I say. "Now how about we get this party started!"
We all let out a cheer and pop open a bottle of champagne – while Rose and Carrie have Sprite.
Just then the doorbell rings and Uncle Richie goes to answer it. There's the sound of voices downstairs, footsteps on the stairs, then three women appear in the doorway.
Two of the women have slightly tan skin, an average build, and dark, Titian hair – but with different hairstyles: one has a curled ponytail with wavy strands left loose at the front and the other has her hair in a sleek high bun. They have round cheeks, a button nose, thin, red-coloured lips, and large, round blue eyes. They're both wearing orange nail polish, and while they may look the same, the only thing separating them is their different outfits. The one with the ponytail is dressed in a punk-influenced dress with a cool twist on plaid, and a leather jacket with rose prints over the dress, while the other with the high bun pairs a grey decal T-shirt with a rose motif and a red leather-inspired skirt.
The third woman is tall and skinny, with long wavy burgundy-brown hair tumbling round her shoulders, and pale skin. She has large slanted dull blue eyes, coupled with long defined arching eyebrows that thin out as they extend. Her nose is triangular in shape with an oval-shaped face and pointed chin, wearing dark red lipstick and nail polish. She's dressed in a rose dress, matching shoes and a blue necklace. She's carrying a camera hanging from a black strap around her neck.
"Hiya! We're your bridal beauty stylists," the ponytail girl chirps with an Estuary English accent. She must be from Essex. "I'm Renée, and I'll be doing your hair."
"And I'm Louise. I'll be doing your makeup," says the high bun girl.
"And I'm Phil, and I'll be taking your pictures," says the third woman, holding up her camera.
After the bridal party and I introduce ourselves, Renée and Louise get to work on our hair and makeup as Phil starts to take some photos of us.
"Your hair should be simple and stylish," Renée informs me, "so it's gonna look fabulous in a classic chignon." She backcombs my hair at the crown to add volume, before rolling it into a chignon and tucking the ends in. She uses plenty of grips and hairspray to keep it in place.
Livi, Rose, Emmeline and Laura's hair are each given simple and sophisticated but different updos to suit their personalities. Livi's hair is made into a ponytail, and Renée wraps it around the base of the ponytail, before fanning it out a bit and using pins to secure the look tightly in place. While Rose's side swept hair is pulled into a stylish side bun. Renée uses pins that match Rose's hair colour and adds a hair donut for extra thickness. Next, Renée tells Emmeline to embrace her natural hair with a gorgeous faux hawk. She starts by sectioning the front of her hair in a triangle shape. Renée secures it with a hair clip. Then she takes another section of the hair and ties it in a ponytail. She repeats with the rest of Emmeline's hair. Renée unclips the front section, and there it is; Emmeline's new favourite hairstyle is ready! With Laura, Renée sections off the fringe part of her hair and styles it into a quiff. She scoops the remainder of Laura's hair into a ponytail and back-brushes for volume, before securing her hair into a bun shape with a pin. Finally she spritz with hairspray to tame any flyaway hairs.
Finally, Renée teases Carrie's hair up high, then smooths with a brush and slicks back the sides with lacquer and adds an Alice band to give her a totally new look that's pure elegance.
Next it's time for our makeup to be done for us – and Louise really knows what she is doing!
She starts with a liquid foundation in a golden toffee shade that gives me smooth flawless skin. Then she pops a soft pink shade on my lips and lids, and then tops my eyes with shimmery brown shadow and a bit of champagne eye colour in the inner "V" corner of my eyes for an ethereal finish. She works so fast it's amazing – and her work is awesome! I've never had such a fabulous makeover!
Everyone's makeup looks stunning and natural. We thank Renée and Louise and pay for their services – while I pay extra for Rose and Carrie's share. As Uncle Richie show the stylists out, the bridal party head upstairs to change into their bridesmaid dresses.
I'm about to take another sip of champagne when two familiar figures enter the living room.
My parents.
They look absolutely fabulous in their wedding outfits. Mum is dressed in a plum shift dress, featuring intricate floral embroidery on the front of the dress. She paired the dress with a matching collarless jacket and a floral pillbox fascinator. Dad is dressed in a handsome tuxedo, a crisp white shirt, black bowtie and black shoes.
"Hi, Mum, hi, Dad!" I go over to them and kiss them lightly on the cheek. "Wow! You guys look fantastic! Mum, you look effortlessly chic. And Dad, you look so suave."
"Thank you, Jenny," says Dad. "You look magnificent. I can't wait to see you in your wedding dress."
"Me too," says Mum. "I mean I know I've seen you in the dress. It's just I'll be seeing you with your h-hair and… your makeup…" Tears start to well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, but… I can't help it. I can't believe our baby girl's getting married."
"I know, right?" Dad hands Mum a tissue. "It feels just like yesterday when she was this big –" Dad has his hand out by his knees – "and she would be running around, making noise and causing all kinds of mischief. Now look at her" – he turns to me – "a beautiful grown woman, ready to tie the knot with the man she loves. Where has the time gone, eh? I just want you to know, Jenny, that your mother and I are very proud of you. And we're both very happy that you're marrying someone like Frank – he's a good man."
"He certainly is," says a voice.
We look up to see Aunt Hermione standing in the doorway. She is wearing in a champagne dress with embroidered organza overlay and attached belt. The dress features long sleeves and a tight bodice that flares out into a full knee length skirt, and is styled with sling backs. Her dark hair is pulled back and neatly tucked under a large disc fascinator with feather and floral embellishment.
"I know I haven't been Frank's biggest fan given his… background," Aunt Hermione continues as she pads over to me. "But after seeing him with you… I realize I was wrong. I see how happy he makes you and vice versa. Frank is a good, kind man. And like your parents said, I'm glad you're marrying him."
Well, strike me down with a feather. I never thought the day would come that Aunt Hermione would be wrong about something. Nevertheless, I'm happy that she has accepted Frank for who he is – a humble, mild-mannered caretaker.
But to me, Frank will always be my quick-witted and highly logical MI9 agent – and soon-to-be husband!
"Thank you, Auntie," I say. I turn to Mum and Dad. "Thank you, too, guys. And don't worry – I may be marrying Frank and taking his surname, but I'll always be a Brownstone at heart and I'll always be your baby girl." I take my parents hands and give them a squeeze, while Aunt Hermione strokes my arm gently.
"Hey, Jen – get ready!" Livi calls from the hallway. "Because your bridesmaids are about to make their entrance!"
My five bridesmaids step into the living room, showcasing the dresses I picked for them: a floor-length dress in a smooth Mikado fabric that gives it sophisticated structure with a halter neckline, a fitted bodice, spaghetti straps that crisscross and lace up the back, and a gently flared mermaid skirt. This dark midnight blue gown strikes the balance between classic elegance and modern charm, making it a great choice for my contemporary bridal entourage with a timeless sense of style.
"Oh, my God! You guys look ah-mah-zing!" I sing the last word.
"Damn straight we do!" Livi agrees. "Plus we colour coordinate really well with Mum and Aunt Hermione – who, by the way, look sleek and chic. As does Dad – he looks über-handsome."
"Thank you, Livi," says Mum, Dad and Aunt Hermione. "And all you girls look wonderful," Mum adds.
The bridesmaids all smile in response. Then Phil asks if she could take a few photos of the bridesmaids together. The five girls' link arms as Phil snaps the pictures, all of them giving each take everything they have as they strike different poses.
After about five minutes, Phil is finished, and it's time for me to get ready. I head upstairs, taking Livi with me so she can assist me and Phil so she can take photos of me as I get ready.
When we get to my bedroom and close the door, Livi unzips the dress bag that contains my bridal gown and lays it on the bag. After seeing that the dress is OK, I disrobe and start to get ready. First, I slip on my bridal garter: a vintage lace that's delicately arranged into a dainty bow and embellished with a lustrous glass pearl. The bow floats on a sumptuous band of ruffled silk. Then I put on my bridal jewellery, next my wedding gown and last of all my bridal shoes – all while Phil takes photos.
When I'm finished, I look at myself in the full-length mirror – and I am mesmerized!
This ivory trumpet wedding dress is a fashion-forward statement I'll want to make on my wedding day. Bold, graphic lace and tulle over Dolce satin creates a fit-and-flare silhouette made for hugging – and showing off – my curves! With a matching deep-V front and back, this fit-and-flare gown has a symmetrical graphic lace bodice that is truly unique. The graphic lace – accentuated with a Diamante-beaded belt – continues down from the bodice through the hips, helping to showcase my shape. The tulle skirt, extending from just below the hips, flares out in a dramatic fashion, and is finished with a horsehair trim, giving the fit-and-flare silhouette some dimension. A lace-trimmed train sweeps down the back for even more drama.
The chapel length veil is light ivory tulle with a pearl-embellished hair comb that is artfully placed in my chignon hairstyle. Matching jewellery includes a diamond tennis bracelet and chic dangling earrings which complement the gown perfectly. Gold strappy high heel sandals complete the bridal outfit.
I have been so enthralled by my own reflection that I had hardly noticed Livi standing beside me.
"The bouquet has arrived," she tells me, handing me the arrangement.
The wedding bouquet is of class and elegance. The striking white carnations have been nestled in amongst pretty pink roses with a touch of gypsophila, tied together with a green ribbon and fastened with pearl headed pins, to create this delightfully delicate bouquet.
"Can I just say, Jen… you look sensational," says Livi.
I turn to her. "Thanks, Liv."
"I agree with your sister," says Phil. "You look spectacular. Your husband-to-be will be knocked off his feet when he sees you."
"Thank you," I reply.
"Are you ready to show off to everyone?" Livi asks me.
"You bet."
"I'll see you downstairs." Phil heads out of the bedroom and goes down the stairs.
Livi is about to follow when she snatches a bottle of Gabrielle Chanel perfume from my dressing table and sprays the fragrance behind my ears.
"Now you're ready," she whispers, and goes out of the room.
I peer into the mirror once more, smiling all over my amazing new face.
"I'm gorgeous on a normal day – but I'm drop-dead on my wedding day," I say, winking at my reflection. Then I turn and leave the bedroom.
My heels go clip-clop as I go down the stairs. I have to be careful though – if the train or the veil gets caught on something and I hear an unfortunate ripping sound, I'm gonna throw a trauma so big that it will put a two-year-old to shame.
Luckily, they make it to the bottom of the stairs in one piece.
When I go into the living room, everyone gasps because I look amazingly glamorous! Dad and Uncle Richie film me on their phones. Mum and Aunt Hermione are holding each other, trying to keep their tears at bay. Rose and Carrie goggle at me in total awe. Laura's mouth is hanging open and Emmeline looks impressed. I'd already got Livi's reaction, but I can see her smiling and looking at me admiringly.
"Oh, Jenny, you look lovely!" says Carrie.
"You're beautiful, Jen!" says Uncle Richie.
"Oh, Jen, you look gorgeous in your wedding dress," says Laura.
"Don't I know it!" I exclaim. I let out a sigh. "Listen, everyone, I just to thank you all for helping me organize the biggest day of my life. I couldn't have done it without you. I also want to apologize if I had any bridezilla moments. I really don't know how you all put up with it."
"We had to put up with it because we love you, silly," says Livi. "And we wanted to make sure that your wedding would be absolutely perfect."
I beam. "Thanks."
We spend the next few minutes getting our pictures taken – a group shot with me and the bridal party holding our bouquets.
Just as we finish, we hear horns beeping outside. Dad says the cars are here. We quickly gather what we need and leave the house.
Two cars are parked on the kerb. One is for the bridal party: a Baby Bentley limo. And the other is the one me and Dad will be travelling in: a Rolls-Royce Phantom, decorated with white ribbons and bows to add that final touch.
The chauffeurs, who are both immaculately dressed in a smart suit and tie, steps out of the cars and opens the door for us. The bridesmaids enter the limo, gasping and giggling. Aunt Hermione and Uncle Richie follow.
"We'll see you at the church," says Mum. She gives my cheek a kiss. "Good luck." She enters the limo, and gives a little wave before the door closes.
As the limo pulls away, Dad and I enter the Rolls, with Phil taking photos as we do. Then she gets into her car and makes her way to the church.
"Not long now," says Dad.
I smile in response as the driver pulls the Rolls away from the kerb, and heads to the church.
I seriously can't wait. In less than twenty minutes, I'll be marrying my Prince Charming. And I bet Frank is just as happy and excited as I am in tying the knot.
(Frank's POV)
I am tense with excitement.
I was feeling OK when I left the house and when I arrived at the church. But after seeing the two hundred-plus guests of family, friends and work colleagues in the church, my stomach jumped and I went back to being jittery. I haven't felt like this since that unfortunate incident I had when I was six years old.
I was a sheep at my school's nativity play. I got so worked up and nervous when I had to perform that I wet myself. On stage. In front of everyone. And everyone thought it was ever so funny. Except me.
God, just thinking about it sends my stomach doing jumping jacks all over again. Why did I bring up such a painful and humiliating memory? I make little tutting movements with my tongue to distract myself.
"Are you OK, Frank?" Zeke whispers.
I didn't realize I'm making a noise.
"Frank? You look agonized. What's up?"
"N-nothing. I just need some air. It's so hot crammed in here like this. I feel faint. Sick even. Ex-excuse me."
I stand up, knees knocking, and start up the aisle. Everybody is looking at me. They bore into my back and make icy pringles go up and down my spine.
I force myself to out one foot in front of the other without giving in to the temptation of looking over my shoulder. My heart pounds against my chest with such violence that everyone in the church must be able to hear it.
I really do feel sick. It's no better when I'm out in the open air. I take some deep breathes and close my eyes and focus my thoughts on some image to keep myself calm. But none of it is working…
A hand taps my shoulder. I make a noise, halfway between a squawk and a shriek.
I spin round, startled to see Mummy staring at me, a look of sympathetic concern on her face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," she says. "Are you all right?"
"Ye-yes." My voice quavers with emotion.
Mummy tuts. I should have known better than to lie to her. She can read me like a book. I thought she would chide me, but she takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.
"You know I was a bag of nerves when I was getting ready to marry your father," she says. "I was shaking like a leaf on our wedding day. At the same time, I was also having doubts."
"Doubts?" I repeat.
"Whether getting married was a good idea."
"Bu-but why?"
"You got to remember, Frank, that before I met your father, he was a notorious womanizer. So if I married him, and he cheated on me… I wouldn't know what I would do. In the end, I decided to bite the bullet and marry him."
I blink at Mummy. She knew what she was getting herself into. She knew Dad as a Casanova and she still married him. But there's one thing I have to know.
"When did you realize that you made the right decision in marrying Dad?" I ask.
"It was on our honeymoon. Your father and I and Mr. Bates, the first officer, was en route to find the bomb on board the ship when we came across one of the terrorists. He had his gun aimed at me and fired, but your father saved me by jumping in front of the bullet, receiving a wound to his abdomen. He managed to return fire moments later and killed the attacker with a single shot to the head.
"I thought your father was going to die. I cried as I cradled him in my arms, telling him how much I loved him. But what your father did next surprised both me and Mr. Bates. He simply sat up and gleefully declared that he had been saved by his 'awesome' bulletproof vest – something he always worn on and off missions. He even tore open his shirt to reveal his vest to prove his claim. I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him or claw his eyes out. I demanded to know why he took a bullet for me – what if he didn't have his vest. And did you know what he said? He told me that he loved me – as simple as that. He said that he couldn't bear the thought of letting anything happen to me, and he couldn't stand the idea of some" – she clears her throat – "arseholes hurting me.
"I was speechless. I always thought your father would revert back to his old ways six months after we married. Instead he would rather put himself in the line of fire to protect me from harm at considerable risk to his own life. And I knew right there and then that I made the right choice in marrying your father."
I stare at Mummy, stunned by what she told me. What my father did was brave and heroic – if not a little reckless.
"Listen, Frank," says Mummy, "if you are having doubts about marrying Jenny, it'll be better if you come clean to her rather than just doing it because you feel pressured."
"Huh?" I react with shock. "You think I'm having doubts?"
"Zeke told me how you've been acting these last few days – Percy and Oscar, too. They've said that you have been extremely nervous and unsure of yourself. They just thought…"
"That I don't wanna marry Jen?"
"Well… yes."
I put my hand to my forehead. "Mother…" I say with a groan. "Of course I wanna marry Jen!"
"Wha…? You do?"
"Yes! Mummy, I love Jen. She is the best damn thing that has happened to me in a very long time."
"So why have you been acting like you don't want this wedding to happen?"
"I do want this wedding to happen – I really do. It's just…" I hesitate.
"Frank?"
"I just never thought I would ever get married. I always thought I was destined to remain single for the rest of my life. Other than Jen, there has only been one woman that I loved – but she dumped me after the Glasgow mission. She left me before I had a chance to propose to her. I really thought she was the One. Turns out I was wrong. After Stella, I thought I could never find love again – I would be all alone.
"And then she came – the most gorgeous-looking girl with sexy legs. Jenny Brownstone – my darling Jen. Bright, spirited, headstrong. I fell head over heels in love with her the second I clapped eyes on her. And for her, the feeling was mutual. I suppose, like Dad, I don't want anything to happen to her. I love her so much, and I don't want to hurt her, but…" I sigh. "I don't want something like the Glasgow mission to tear us apart. I don't want to mess up in such a colossal manner that she ends up leaving me – and I don't want Jen to leave me."
I didn't know I was going to say all that. Mummy is staring at me. I stare back at her. My eyes smart. Tears spurt down my cheeks and Mummy brings out her silk handkerchief from her bag and dabs my face dry.
"Oh, Frankie," she says, and she scoops me into her arms. "Of course Jenny's not going to leave you. Like you said, she loves you. She'll do anything for you. There's no way she'll do something as mad as that."
I sniffle and hug my mother back. "Thanks, Mummy."
She pulls herself from my arms. "OK now, look." Mummy sighs. "Jenny is not Stella, OK? Let me repeat myself, she is not going to leave you. And do you know why?"
Mummy raises one perfectly arched eyebrow, waiting for my response. "Because she loves me?" I murmur.
Her lips curve into a smile. "Because she loves you. Jenny is someone who would rather tackle her problems headfirst than take the coward's way out. What Stella did to you was awful. She wasn't there when you needed her the most. She ran away. Whether it was her way of coping, we'll never know. Still, it's her loss. But with Jenny – whatever problems you, her, or the both of you have, I know you can face them together. You'll be there to help each other out, comfort one another and talk because that's what loving couples do. You two are going to be together forever and nothing or no-one is going to tear you apart."
I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. Any doubts or anxiety that I had suffered has wholly dissipated – and it's all thanks to my wonderful mother!
"Oh, Mummy!" I say, and then I hug her. "You truly are a godsend. I don't know what I would do without you. Thank you."
"You're welcome, my dear," says Mummy. She gives my face another mop. "Why don't we go back inside?"
I nod. "Yes, let's."
She links her arm in mine. All heads swivel towards me and Mummy when we walk down the aisle. Some of the others are whispering and nudging each other. I feel my cheeks warming up. What must they think of me, walking out of the church like that?
"Take no notice," Mummy hisses. "Whatever they are muttering about just ignore it. You're here and that's all that matters."
I take a deep breath and walk on. I don't say a word. I don't even glance in anyone's direction. We get to the front row and I sit down.
Zeke gives me a nudge.
"Hey, are you OK?" he whispers.
"I'm fine," I say firmly.
"Are you sure? Because from the way you've been acting, it seems to be that you don't wanna marry Jen."
"Zeke – I want you to listen to me. I do want to marry Jen. I love her – truly, madly, deeply –and I would do anything for her. Like I said back at the house, the reason why I've been acting odd is because it's finally sunken in that I'm getting married and I've just found it all overwhelming. I don't have doubts, OK? I'm just nervous and excited about marrying Jen. Please believe me."
Zeke doesn't say anything at the moment. Then he perks up and puts and arm around my shoulders.
"Of course I believe you, ya big doofus," he says. "I know how much Jen means to you. And I know how ridiculously happy you make her, and vice versa."
"Thanks, Zeke."
"Although part of me did think that you were going to leave her at the aisle, the way you scarpered out of the church like that."
"Sorry."
"That's OK, Frank. You're here now, aren't you?" Percy whispers. "And it's just as well that you are here – because when you left, I heard Stark make a fifty-pound bet that you weren't coming back."
"Did he now? Well, he's in for a major disappointment." I look over my shoulder and Stark immediately looks away, his cheeks strawberry pink. I don't know why we invited him. Still, he'll be unhappy to know that I won't be walking out on Jenny anytime soon. We belong together, and like Mummy said, there isn't anyone or anything that would break us up.
And after days of being uptight, panicky, and pessimistic, I can now say for definite that I am excited about marrying Jenny and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her.
(Jenny's POV)
I can no longer contain my excitement.
"Oh, my God – we're here!" I squeal as the car approaches the church.
It's a large neo-classical Roman Catholic church called the Brompton Oratory. The building is an exact imitation of the Church of the Gesù in Rome and sports some genuine Italian fittings. These unique, eye-catching treasures predate the building which also boasts an ornate, colourful ceiling, curving up to a fifty-foot vaulted dome.
The Oratory is also the church where Frank's parents got married, so what better way to pay homage to James and Martha London than to get married at the very church.
The Rolls pulls up at the main entrance, and the driver gets out. He opens the door for us, and Dad steps out. Then he takes my hand and helps me out of the car. Phil takes photos of me and Dad walking up to the church and meeting up with the rest of the bridal party; the bridesmaids, maid of honour, the flower girls, page boys. My adorable flower girls, Mary and Chelsea and handsome page boys, Dominic and Ken, are the children of Frank's cousins – one of them who came all the way from Australia!
Anyway, while Dad and I pause outside the church for a few moments, the bridesmaids assist with my hair, dress, train, and veil, making sure everything looks perfect before I walk down the aisle. Then they get themselves into position.
Livi signals to Zeke who signals to the organist that we're ready, and the processional music begins.
The bridesmaids open the procession as they enter the church and walk down the aisle one by one. The next to follow is Livi, my maid of honour. Next to walk down the aisle are Ken and Dominic and Mary and Chelsea. Ken safeguards the (decoy) rings on a tiny pillow, while Dominic looks extremely cute and elicits squeals of adoration from his grandmother and the rest of the congregation. Chelsea and Mary carry a basket of rose petals, which they scatter as they walk. After the procession is over and the rings are handed off to Zeke, the children's work is done, and they are seated with their parents.
Now it's my turn.
The Bridal Chorus begins and the congregation stands.
After months of planning and preparation, it's finally come down to this. It's time for me to get married.
"Here we go," says Dad. "Are you ready?" he asks, offering me his arm.
I smile and nod. "Let's rock and roll," I say, linking my arm with his and together, we enter the church.
(Frank's POV)
This is it.
I stand up when the Bridal Chorus starts. I feel a bit wobbly. Zeke's hand is on my elbow, steadying me. I nod at him and we move out of our pew to the chancel steps, and turn…
and I nearly fall backwards at the sight that greets me. Walking slowly down the aisle with her father by her side is Jenny.
I can't move to save my life, even when I realize what an idiot I must look when I go into a slack-jawed trance. Zeke closes it for me.
"She does look beautiful, doesn't she?" he comments.
"Yeah…" I breathe as I look at my future wife up and down, taking in every single detail.
She looks a trillion times amazing than I ever thought or dreamt these last few months. Hang on, I'm wrong. She's not amazing – she's phenomenally gorgeous. A radiant bride, dressed in a stunning gown – she glows with romance and excitement. Her pearl hair decoration with veil, soft makeup and a beautiful bouquet of tightly arranged carnations, roses and baby's-breath complete the lovely look.
My heart is beating so hard I feel like it's going to bulge visibly beyond my breastbone and clothes to the sound of bongo drums like some zany cartoon character. I can't believe I get to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. Once we make it official, she'll be mine – and I don't intend to ever let her go.
Before Jenny reaches the chancel steps, her father – Robert – takes Jenny's hand and places it in my right hand. He takes his seat next to his wife, Theresa, his role complete.
As Jenny takes her place beside me, her delicate soft pink lips form a shy closed-mouth smile. "Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," I reply. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." Jenny hands her bridal bouquet to Livi.
"You look breathtaking," I murmur.
"Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself – devastatingly handsome, even. Nice haircut."
I smile in response. "Thanks."
Once everyone is seated, the priest, Father Leonard Maurice, begins the service.
The moment Jenny and I have been waiting for and planning for the past months has finally arrived. I'm gonna take a moment to relish the moment – admire the guests sitting in front of me, the beautiful centrepiece on the altar, the readings, the environment, everything.
This is the beginning of a new life, a celebration of love everlasting, expressed at this beautiful wedding and shared with family and friends. An unforgettable event that will be remembered for years to come!
When Father Leonard finishes his words of welcome, the congregation stand and we all sing 'Come to a Wedding'. This helps everyone to feel that they are together in this place for a special purpose.
After the hymn, there's the first reading, from the Old Testament, proclaimed by Livi. It's followed by a psalm that is sung by the Oratory's choir and the congregation sings in response. Next there's the second reading, from the New Testament, proclaimed by Zeke. Then there's the Gospel, which is read by Father Leonard. Afterwards, he offers a homily drawn from the Scripture readings.
Then after ten minutes, the celebration of matrimony can begin.
Jenny and I stand, and Father Leonard address the congregation with the opening remarks: "Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to witness the union of Francis and Jennifer in holy matrimony, which is an honourable estate, that is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly. Into this estate these two persons present come now to be joined. If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak or forever hold their peace."
There's such a hush. It's as if everyone is holding their breath. I'm half expecting Stark to say something, but for once he keeps his mouth shut.
Father Leonard continues. "Francis and Jennifer have you come here to enter into Marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?" he asks.
"I have," I say.
"I have," says Jenny.
"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to love and honour each other for as long as you both shall live?" Father Leonard asks.
"I am," I say.
"I am," says Jenny.
"We will now hear from the bride and groom as they exchange vows," says Father Leonard.
Livi hands Jenny a small piece of paper. Jenny unfolds the paper and reads her vows.
"Frank – you have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant, and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life and you make me happier than I could ever imagine and more loved than I ever thought possible. You have made me a better person, as our love for one another is reflected in the way I live my life. So I am truly blessed to be a part of your life, which as our today becomes out life together."
I can hear some of the girls from St Hope's cooing in affection, and Mr. Flatley sniffing a tad too loudly.
It's my turn now. Zeke hands me my vows. I clear my throat and begin.
"The sun smiles down on us today as we marry, and it would be impossible for us not to. Today, we show that our love outlives eternity and our hearts will always beat as one…" I trail off.
"Frank? What's wrong? Are you OK?" Zeke asks me.
I don't answer. I stare at the paper and realize that, despite all the work that has gone into these vows, these aren't the words I want the congregation to hear.
"Frank?"
I look up. Jenny is staring at me with a concerned expression that makes my heart skip a beat because it's adorable.
I give her a little smile. "You know what?" I tear the note in two and drop it on the floor. I take Jenny's hand – and I speak from the heart. "What could I possibly say that I have not already said? What could I possibly give that I have not yet given? All I have left is my body, soul, mind and heart. Today, I give them to you. They are yours and all that I have. Everything that I am belongs to you now. I shall be yours forever. I will follow you hand in hand to everywhere that you lead me to. Since the first days of our courtship, I know that you were unique. Those were the best days of my life, but I now realize that the best days are yet to happen. For now and forever, you are my everything and I give myself to you. I love you, Jen."
A chorus of "aww" fill the church. Mr. Flatley breaks down in loud, uncontrollable sobbing. Jenny gives me the sweetest smile as tears fill her eyes and I can't help but smile because I know that I've nailed it.
"Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church," says Father Leonard.
Jenny and I join our right hands.
First, Father Leonard asks me: "Francis James London, do you take Jennifer Christine Brownstone for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," I reply.
Next he asks Jenny: "Jennifer Christine Brownstone, do you take Francis James London for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," Jenny replies.
Receiving our consent, Father Leonard says to me and Jenny: "May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfilment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no-one put asunder. May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no-one may put asunder. Let us bless the Lord."
"Thanks be to God," the congregation reply.
Then there's another hymn, 'Dear Lord and Father of Mankind'. When that's finished, it's time for the blessing and giving of the rings. Zeke gives both the rings to Father Leonard.
The priest sprinkles the rings with holy water and says, "May the Lord bless these rings, which you will give to each other as the sign of your love and fidelity."
"Amen," Jenny and I response.
Jenny's ring is given to me, and I place it on the third finger of her left hand and repeat the words: "I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honour you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit."
Jenny then repeats the same words as she places my ring on my finger.
"We will now join our hands and give a Universal Prayer for the couple," says Father Leonard. He joins his hands together. "God of everlasting love, help us to find new joy in the face of routine, to share our needs with an open heart, to acknowledge when we have been wrong, to forgive as we have been forgiven, to love as your son, Jesus, taught us to love. Amen."
"Amen," the congregation say, and then we all sing together the Lord's Prayer.
After we finish singing, Jenny and I kneel in front of Father Leonard. He joins his hands, and calls upon the congregation to pray.
"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favour with his help those on whom he has bestowed the bond of Marriage."
And we all pray in silence for a while.
Then Father Leonard, with hands extended over Jenny and I, continues to say: "Holy Father, creator of the universe, maker of man and woman in Your Own likeness, source of blessing for married life, we humbly pray to you for Francis and Jennifer who are today united in the Sacrament of Marriage. May your fullest blessing come upon them so that they may together rejoice in your gift of married love and enrich Your Church with their children. Lord, may they both praise you when they are happy and turn to you in their sorrows. May they be glad that you help them in their work and know that you are with them in their need. May they pray to you in the community of the Church, and be your witnesses in the world. May they reach old age in the company of their friends, and come at last to the Kingdom of Heaven. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen."
"Amen," the congregation say.
Jenny and I stand up.
"Francis and Jennifer, having witnessed your vows for marriage before God and all who are assembled here, by the authority invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," says Father Leonard. "You may now kiss the bride!"
The moment I've been waiting two weeks for! I smile down at Jenny, my thumb stroking her cheek. It seems natural for her to slip her arm around my waist… natural that we fit together so perfectly. And then, as I slowly tilt her chin, my lips close gently over hers. The congregation cheer and applaud at our contact.
"Ladies and gentleman, it is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. London!" Father Leonard announces.
During the cheering and clapping that follows, my arms go around Jenny, and as her body presses against mine, I can feel her heartbeat, as rapid as my own.
"I love you so much, Frank," she says. And she kisses me – long and sweet – and when I open my eyes, she's smiling. "Do you know how lucky I am?"
I look into her warm brown eyes and kiss her tenderly, right on her smile.
"I'm the lucky one," I say.
And I mean it.