Chapter 70: Vows of Love…
The two young brides are in the back of the church, preparing for their walk down the aisle and butterflies fluttering in their stomachs.
Rose steps into the dress that she picked out so many weeks ago. The silky fabric felt almost strange as she was now used to more common and comfortable clothing to accommodate her baby bump. Emma has done an amazing job fixing it and even improving it in some places, especially to accommodate the baby. She twirls around a few times before stepping from behind the changing screen.
Like Déjà vu from her wedding on the Titanic, Rose reveals herself to Emma. Her gasps and smiles from ear to ear at the sight of the young bride. Rose's pale face was set off perfectly by the dress, the sequins she'd added to the dress made it even more glittering. Her fiery red hair was pulled up but perfectly frames her petite face. The baby bump was well accented as well and the entire pregnancy made her glow even more in the afternoon sunlight peeking through the window.
"You look so beautiful," Emma says tearfully.
"You really think so?"
"Rose, you look like an angel with red hair."
Rose turns to look at herself in the mirror and gasps. She doesn't seem to recognize the woman in the mirror. Her face is sculpted and perfectly shaped by some red ringlets and makeup. Her dress glitters with each step she makes and it hugs the curves of her body. Of course, she wasn't petite or thin like she used to be, but she still looks amazing.
Rose continues to stare at herself, unable to comprehend what she looks like. She is no longer that frightened little girl who was forced into a loveless marriage and had to conform to society. She wasn't a caterpillar trapped in a cocoon. She'd finally fought and won that battle within herself and around her. She was a woman, a butterfly who has spread her wings and was now free. She pulls her cheeks up into a winning smile, a genuine and happy smile. Her entire body seems to glow with joy and happiness.
Emma was equally enchanted by Rose's beauty. She never imagined that her friend could look so beautiful, in fact, she never imagined that they would become friends when Rose saved her and Sybil from falling all those months ago. Their worlds were so very different, polar opposites of one another, and yet fate had brought the five of them together, united and filled with trust. Two different personalities coming together and creating something new. Emma had learned from Rose to always embrace the love you are given, that happiness comes at the best of moments, and to not judge people so harshly because of what class they came from. Rose had learned from Emma to become the woman she truly wanted to be, find the strength inside of oneself to fight for what they believed in and above all, that family and love are the most important things in the world. Now, they were like sisters, supportive and loving to one another. Emma was so joyful to have people to care for and help fill the void left by her parents. It would never fully be gone, but to have Rose, Jack, and the new baby on the way; her life felt so different and so much happier than before. She wished that her parents could've met Rose and Jack, no doubt they would've welcomed them with open arms. Emma knows what she's going to do to truly seal their family bond.
"Here," Emma says.
Rose looks down to see that Emma is handing her the family comb. It's dented on the teeth, one of the jewels is missing and it's a little rusted from the sea water, but the family vow was still clear as ever.
Quickly, Rose pushes Emma's hands away. "Emma, I can't, I'm not a part of your family, besides you deserve to wear it on your wedding day." She in no way deserved to wear a family heirloom, something that was so special to her friend.
"I already wore it on my wedding day Rose. This is your day and you deserve all the luck in the world."
Rose pauses for a moment. She thinks about all the hardships that she and Jack had endured to get to this day; the separation, the sadness, the drama, the anger, the joy, all of it contributed to her finally getting to marry him. She'd never thought that her life would go this way, but she trusted her instinct then and she still trusts it now. Jack was the one for her and not even a sinking ship could stand in their way.
"Jack and I don't believe in luck, not anymore. Just love."
"Well, this is a symbol of love. I consider you part of the family now and you deserve to wear this on your special day, marrying the man you love."
Rose has tears forming in her eyes. She didn't deserve a friend like Emma, a true friend who looked out for her and made sure that she was happy. Rose knew she could never repay Emma or Peter for what they'd done for her and Jack.
"You really think of me as part of the family?"
"Rose, you're like my sister and I can't imagine you not wearing this."
Rose heart explodes with happiness, she embraces Emma tightly and her "sister" returns the favour. Both hug each other tightly out of love and support.
"Don't cry yet!" Emma laughs. "You'll smudge your makeup."
Rose wipes her eyes carefully and then sits in the chair. Like she had done for her, Emma puts the comb in Rose's updo style that allowed some of her curls to hang down.
"Forever and always," Emma smiles. She adds the veil on top of the comb.
"You'll be my sister forever and always," Rose smiles back. "I always wanted a sister."
Emma then examines herself in the mirror. She'd fixed her mother's dress up to the best of her abilities, but unfortunately, it was not likely to ever truly be the same. She had managed to get most of the blood out, but there was still a slightly tinted stain on it. The lace was more worn and had been ripped in some places due to the seawater. A good mending job had hidden the flaws. Her stomach turns a few times, knowing that this was the dress that she narrowly escaped the sinking of the Titanic in… the ship that had sunk on what was supposed to be her wedding night. She has a few brief flashes of the horrors they'd all endured that night. Being trapped in the hallways while it filled with water, running towards the lifeboats, being shot at, and encountering the dark sea that nearly killed all of them that fateful night.
The young girl had also managed to embroider small faux flowers and diamonds into the skirt and bodice of the dress to cover up the damage it had endured in the Atlantic Ocean. It didn't look like her mother's dress anymore, but her own, a work of art. She now looks like she's dancing in a field of small white flowers every time she twirls. She had bought a veil that had a crown of flowers on top that she now placed in her own hair. She looks like a maiden of the forest or a princess…
She sighs heavily, sad that her parents were not here to see this. Both women have butterflies in their stomachs, but the good kind, ones of excitement and anticipation. For Rose, it might also be the baby kicking.
There's a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Emma asks, cautiously.
"It's the mother of one of the brides."
The only mother of the brides, Emma thinks to herself, her stomach turning once in grief.
Ruth comes into the room, indicating the ceremony would be beginning shortly, carrying Sybil, and she gasps at the sight of Rose.
"Oh Rose, you look so beautiful!" The elderly DeWitt Bukater hands the small child to her sister's waiting arms and goes towards her daughter. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world. A true vision of beauty."
Rose turns a shade of red. She'd been waiting for her mother to say those words for a very long time. She felt whole again, like a whole new woman. She was marrying the man she loved, her mother was there to support her, her family and friends were here to celebrate, she was carrying a child; everything seems so perfect. She reaches over to hug her mother, but Ruth hesitates.
"You'll wrinkle your dress!"
Rose rolls her eyes at her mother and still holds her arms out for an embrace. Ruth then sighs, shrugs, and then hugs her glowing daughter anyway. They certainly weren't those high-class women anymore.
"I only wish your father had lived to see this day," she whispers before kissing both her daughter's cheeks."
"He's watching from above," Rose smiles, hiding that hint of sadness that he wouldn't be there to walk her down the aisle.
Ruth sniffles a little bit. "I just wish I had been more supportive of you all those years growing up. I feel like I'm losing you all over again."
"You're here now Mother, and that is what is important."
"I'm sorry for all that I've done to you," Ruth insists.
"Apology accepted." Rose is stunned. Six months ago, she wanted her mother out of her life forever, angry for how she'd treated her own child and forbade her and Jack to be together. At the time, she never cared about anything except staying wealthy, and now… She was going to be a wonderful grandmother and was now apart of her life, permanently. Although Rose does wish that they could've made amends sooner, the past is the past and now is the time to look towards the future.
Ruth then turns to young Emma.
"Oh Emma, you are a vision of true beauty as well."
"Thank you, Ruth, I truly am happy that you are here for this."
Ruth beams from ear to ear. "I am honoured to be apart of it."
Holly pokes her head into the room. She has Thomas with her and the bride's bouquets.
"Auntie Emma!" Thomas says, running to her and wrapping his arms around her legs.
"Thomas, don't wrinkle her dress," Ruth insists.
"It's all right Ruth," Emma shrugs. "This dress has endured much worse."
Holly beams and checks herself over in the mirror. Both Emma and Rose agreed on a light purple dress for their only bridesmaid, it wasn't quite lavender, but it was close enough, as to not set Ruth off any further. Thomas has a little flower pinned to his breast. Carl follows his wife into the room, dressed in a formal suit of his own. He grins widely at the entire group.
"You look so pretty! Mommy says you look like an angel!" the boy exclaims to his soon-to-be aunt. She smiles at him and returns the hug. She couldn't wait to watch this little boy grow up with her own sister, she hoped the "aunt" and nephew would be close and Thomas could teach Sybil all kinds of amazing things like how to ride a bike or catch grasshoppers.
"Thank you, Thomas, and you look very handsome today."
"My collar itches," he complains. Emma leans down to fix it for him and straightens his tie.
The four-year-old then goes and hugs Rose the exact same way.
"Auntie Rosie!" he exclaims, having the feeling of kinship to the Dawson couple already. "You look like a princess."
"Thank you, Thomas, I'm happy you are here today."
The small child beams happily and then runs back to his parents.
"Do you have the rings?" Ruth asks.
Carl pats the pocket of his suit jacket.
"Can I have the rings yet?" Thomas asks.
"Not yet," Holly says.
"I want them!" the boy insists.
"Not right now,"
"I want them!" he shouts a little louder.
Holly groans loudly. "This is what you're in for Rose," she warns.
The red-head just smiles runs a hand over her baby bump; although the road to parenthood would not be easy, she was very scared about it, what comforted her was that Jack would be with her every step of the way and this baby would grow up in a loving family. Then the group prepares for the next step. All the guests have now moved into the church and Father Bill joins the men at the altar.
Peter readjusts his tie and gives Jack a wide grin. His stomach was filled with butterflies too, but the happy kind. He was happy that he'd finally be able to declare his love for Emma in front of everyone. While their ceremony on the bow was more elegant in some ways, they were surrounded by strangers, who out of the kindness of their hearts attended this simple ceremony. But today, he was surrounded by his loved ones. His parents beam with pride from the front pew, his mother already sobbing into a handkerchief. His heart was going to burst with joy, finally being able to "officially" marry Emma, something the two had been longing for a long time. Every time he gazed upon her, it was just like the first time they'd met; his mind always thought of her and his soul did not feel complete unless she was there. He was eager to finally seal their union and to embrace the passion the two felt for one another.
Jack, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. He kept pulling at his collar, his head spinning, and his heart pounding. Never in a million years would he have thought his life would turn out like this. It was in the best way, but it was still surreal to think about. For a long time, Jack felt like he'd never find someone who could truly steal his heart away, to take his breath away, to proclaim his love for, to exchange vows with, to raise a family and spend the rest of his life with. But the moment he laid eyes on Rose, he could see it all. Their journey to this moment had certainly not been an easy one, jealous fiances and sinking ships aside, neither of them was perfect, but they had made each other better, changing themselves into new people. He was eternally grateful to whoever sent Rose to him, in fact, he was even thanking God for her. He swallows a few times and tries to keep his breath evened out, his heart threatened to break his ribs out of excitement and the anxiety of starting a new chapter in his life.
The group lines up in preparation for the walk down the aisle. Holly hands the brides their bouquets, lilies for Emma and white roses for Rose.
"Thank you for everything Holly," Rose says, happily.
"You're welcome Rose, today you become part of the family. Hope you're ready for the ride."
"I'm always ready," she grins.
Emma and Holly simply embrace for a long time until the organ music begins to play.
"I wish you all the luck in the world for marrying my brother," she jokes and Emma smiles widely.
"Your parents would be so proud of you," Holly adds.
Emma nods and readjusts her bouquet.
Ruth leans up and kisses her daughter on the cheek before going up to the front.
Holly had instructed her son several times that he was going to go first. He was to walk straight down the middle and go stand by Jack and Peter. All of them prayed that he would be on his best behaviour and simply do what he is told without question. Carl hands him a small velvet case containing both couple's rings. The boy is happy to have the box and then the little boy stands in front of his father, who would be escorting both his wife and the mother of one of the brides.
"Go, Thomas," his mother says.
The tiny four-year-old begins going down the aisle very quickly. Many of the guests smile and say soft awes of admiration at the young child. Thomas seems to know what he's doing until he goes to the wrong side of the altar and then finds his grandma and grandpa in the pews. They just hold the boy's hand and wait for his mother and father to join them and get him organized again.
Despite how fast Thomas went, Carl, Holly, and Ruth take their time down the aisle. All of them beam proudly, Ruth especially, trying to grab that single moment in the spotlight. She wishes her husband was going to walk Rose down the aisle, but sadly this would not happen. Once they reach the front, she gives a knowing smile to Jack and Peter before separating and sitting in the front pew.
The Wedding March comes on and everyone in the pews stands.
"Ready?" Emma asks.
"Ready," Rose answers.
Emma holds her sister tightly and then begins the slow walk down the aisle in her dress. She feels all eyes on her. Many guests awe again at Sybil, who is very close to falling asleep by now. The older sister holds the little one tightly, fighting tears of both sadness and joy. It was time for the three of them to become a family. One that would last forever and one that truly loved each other. She blinks a few tears back and then suddenly the church scene becomes her first wedding on the ship, with the sunset in the background, the cold wind blowing against her skin and her beautiful fiancé at the end of the deck, smiling as widely as his face would allow. She herself is as happy as can be and looks absolutely radiant. Her mother's dress glistens in the afternoon sun and despite the sadness in her heart, she knew she was finally going to be with the love of her life. She stares at Peter, seeing his blue eyes and bright blonde hair glistening, combed to perfection. He was the man for her, not a doubt in her mind and he always had been.
Peter's heart is ramming against his chest, seeing his soon-to-be wife walking towards him. He always thought that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but seeing her walking towards him just proved his proclamation true. Her hair was perfectly framed in the crown of flowers and her blue eyes shone brightly. All the happiest thoughts rush through his mind and he thinks about the first time he saw her on that dance floor, the whole world seemed to stop and it appears to be happening again. Nothing else mattered except this angel in front of him, the women who could only rival the stars with her beauty.
They were going to be together, forever and always.
…
Rose swallows, watching her best friend go down the aisle with her baby sister. She could not believe how her life had turned out. It felt like a dream, a beautiful dream in which she never wanted to wake up. Holding her bouquet tightly, she takes slow steps forward.
All eyes were on her it seemed and she only smiled when she saw her groom at the end of her journey. She had never seen him look so handsome before, his blonde hair fixed to perfection, with a stray hair landing on his forehead. His bright blue eyes drink her in with every aspect of his own person. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest and she has to fight the tears in her eyes. She was marrying the man of dreams, the man who saved her, made her his muse and the light of his world. They were going to be together forever and nothing could ever stand in their way again.
Jack's heart dropped when he sees the vision of true beauty in front of him. Rose walks towards him. At that moment, all his anxiety was gone and he knew that he was the luckiest man to ever walk the face of the Earth. This angelic beauty smiles at him, her fierce green eyes laughing and beholding his handsome face too. Her red curls pulled back into the veil and family heirloom, only a few stray ones poked out, showing that she wasn't the "perfect" doll to be dressed and paraded around, she was a human being, a living angel to him. He couldn't believe how far they had come, how their love survived impossible odds and even created new life, that also seemed to glow under his fiancee's dress. He never thought that he'd actually prove Tommy wrong, he had gotten with the likes of her and angels didn't fly out of his "arse" for it to happen. The angel was floating towards him now. She was the woman he loved with every inch of his soul and never would he ever let go. They were going to fly together, fly into their future and a new adventure.
Once both brides reach the front, each groom extends their hands to their pure angels. The connection was made at that moment, all their hearts racing and their cheeks flushing a bright red. The music stops, letting the moment hang in the air. Emma decides to keep her sister in her arms the whole time, as they all become a family. Both women hand their bouquets to Holly, who stands with Carl and Thomas nearby.
"Please be seated," Father Bill says. "Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to join these men and these women, Emma Lillian Carson and Peter Alec Whitman. Rose Marie DeWitt Bukater and Jack Andrew Dawson in holy matrimony…"
The pastor goes on to give a poetic gospel about the beauty of love and how it must be celebrated at every opportunity. That Jesus' love was reflected in the bonds that these young people were going create today. Neither couple really hears it, as they are lost in each other's eyes.
"And now we will hear the vows of each individual being bound in matrimony today. The bride may begin."
Emma smiles, still holding Peter's hand, she turns to the crowd of people.
"Most of you don't know, but this is actually our second time getting married. Peter and I got married in God's eyes on April 14th, 1912. It wasn't very fancy, but it was big in terms of the hearts of all the people there. They managed to put everything together in a matter of hours and even managed to get me a few flowers from a nearby vase close to the first-class staircase." She pauses to allow the crowd to laugh a little bit. Murmurs of amusement drift through the chapel. "It may not seem like much, but to me it was perfect. I walked down the aisle with my sister in my arms, nervous, but also very reassured. I did feel sad knowing that my parents never lived to see this day, but I knew they were watching us from above, smiling and knowing that I was marrying the man of my dreams. I used to think that I didn't have a family anymore, but now I realize that everyone here is my family and love just as much as my parents did. Most of the people who heard our vows that night are now in heaven and I'm sure they'd want to hear them again, so Peter and I decided to recreate our vows to the best of our abilities."
Emma then clears throat, trying to fight tears. She turns back to her blonde-haired and blue-eyed groom. She smiles.
"When I was growing up, I'd always been told that there was no such thing as the perfect man, he was merely a fantasy created in the fairy tales my mother used to tell me. But that all changed when I met you. I knew that the minute you came up to me to ask to dance, that you were the perfect man for me. I felt something special the night we had our first kiss, it was a connection, something that could never be broken. True love. Your smile, your passion, your heart, drew me even closer and it's what makes me love you more and more each day. I could never have asked for more of a perfect man to talk to me, to comfort me...to love me the way you do and to live the rest of my life with. You and I have been through a lot and despite everything, we've been there for each other through the thick and the thin. You welcomed Sybil with open and loving arms, understanding that she means just as much to me as you do. You've been there for me in my darkest hour and managed to get me to smile again, see the light when all seemed dark, and I think that part might've been because of your hair." She and Peter chuckle to one another. "You gave me hope when I saw none. And now, standing here today, I can't help but feel that you are more perfect than I could have ever imagined. I know that life is not a fairy tale, and there will be dragons and villains to fight, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've already found my happy ending and I'm ready for a new adventure with you. I love you Peter Whitman...forever and always."
Those at the alter hear a snuffle and several people, including Ruth are already in tears.
"The groom may now go," Father Bill nods.
Peter is so lost in his blushing bride's blue eyes for a moment, that she has to squeeze his hand to prompt him.
"It's kind of hard to trump that beautiful soliloquy, but I will do my best… Emma Carson, I knew from the first moment that I saw you that you would be my wife. Even though I didn't know you then, you were merely a beautiful swan in a sea of geese, I knew someway, somehow, we would be together and one day stand here, exchanging vows. When I went up to introduce myself, it felt like I was jumping off a cliff into the vast ocean. The entire world stopped and I was left floating in the sea. The sea of love and passion. It was never your fair looks or status that drew me to you, although they are just as lovely. It was your wonderful smile and infectious laughter that made me want to be with you every day for the rest of my life. The love you give to others is rare to find, rarer that some even some treasures in the world. The joy you create also has no price, your radiant and passionate lust for life could move the earth in the most amazing ways. You never let anything hurt you or others that you care about and nothing will ever get in your way if it means protecting what you love. But most of all, it is you, who you are that I love the most. We have been through a lot together, even being separated for a time, but I knew that you were searching for me, as I was for you. The road ahead will not always be easy but no matter what obstacles may befall us, I know that our love will always be there and flourish with the brightest light that even God himself can't create. I love you forever and ever."
The couples keep their hands clasped, Emma letting a tear fall from her eye and she squeezes her sister tightly.
Father Bill then nods towards Rose. She swallows the joy and clears her throat.
"Jack Dawson… a name I will never forget. When I first met you, I was scared, alone and didn't believe in love. I felt that there was no way out of the life I had, but you put your hand out and offered me a chance to change my mind. And you did, you made me see how wonderful life is and that it's worth every second. You gave me what I had always been missing and thought I would never find. You taught me how to fly and how to stand on my own two feet. I never thought that we would be here today, saying the words that I want to say. I love you. Your soul is the most beautiful part of you and the way you see people makes me all the more sure that you see us together. You saved me in every way a person can be saved and I will be forever grateful. You took a chance on a poor rich girl and set her free, yet you still keep my heart under your lock and key. I can't imagine myself with anyone but you and I will make each day I spend with you count. I cannot wait to start flying with you again."
She smiles widely and lets a small tear fall from her eyes.
The pastor then nods to his good friend.
"Rose DeWitt Bukater, I guess I finally learned how to say that…" The audience laughs a little. "Not a day goes by that I don't think about how lucky we are, how lucky I am to have found you. I may have saved you, but you gave so much more in return. You gave me fire and spirit, something you weren't afraid to show. You gave me the love I was lacking for a long time and gave me the wings I needed to soar with you. No one can rival your beauty, on the inside and out. I may be able to see people, but you are the most beautiful muse I will ever behold. I used to think that it was pure luck of the cards, a chance encounter that brought me to you, but I know now that it was written in the stars, and they know that I want to share every day of the rest of our lives with you. No matter where life takes us, I know we were meant to be together and I can't wait to start a new adventure with you."
The couples smile at one another. Several women in the pews are crying, including Ruth DeWitt Bukater, her happiness spilling over onto her face. She wanted her daughter to be happy and here was the moment when her wish would come true.
"Now let us have the rings,"
Holly prompts her son to go stand by the pastor. Father Bill takes the box from the young boy and sends him back to his mother.
He hands the first silver band to Jack and tells him what to say.
"With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."
Then he slowly slides the silver token of love on Rose's finger. A chill runs up her spine.
Rose takes the next band from the box.
"With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."
She then slides the symbol of love onto his finger. Jack beams, looking into his bride's eyes.
Peter is next, taking the silver ring, holding his bride's only free hand.
"With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."
He slides the circle of love onto her finger.
With difficulty, Emma takes the final band. She kisses Sybil's head.
"With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."
She then slides the sign of love onto his finger.
"Do you Peter Whitman, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"I do." He says smiling.
"And do you, Emma Carson, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"I do," she says happily.
"Do you Jack Dawson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"I do," he says without hesitation.
"And do you Rose DeWitt Bukater, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"I do!" she says with her whole heart.
"By the power vested in me and by the holy hand of God, I now pronounce thee man and wife." Father Bill says.
The two couples are about to kiss, hearts exploding in joy when the back doors of the church open loudly. Emma looks to see two uniformed officers walking straight up the aisle. All the patrons look on in confusion and there is murmuring as the officers get closer.
"What's going on?" Emma asks in confusion, this was supposed to be a moment of celebration and instead, it has suddenly turned into a courtroom drama. "Can we help you?"
"Police ma' me," one of the officers says. "We have a warrant for the arrest of a Jack Dawson,"
One of the officers begins to cuff Jack, Rose hangs onto his arm the entire time.
"What? Why?" he asks. His mind is completely perplexed as he feels the cold metal go around his wrists. He'd hoped to never have to feel that again, especially since the last time that it happened, he was trapped in a sinking ship. He's very afraid so suddenly, the happiness and joy gone, replaced by confusion and growing anger. Rose was trying to keep a grip on Jack the entire time.
"Officer, what are the charges?" Emma asks.
"Attempted murder, theft, abduction of a child and rape causing pregnancy,"
"WHAT?!" Rose practically screams. She tries to get between the officer and Jack.
"Rose don't," Peter says. He reaches over to keep her from harming the officer, but internally he wishes he had the guts to do what she doing. His mind is spinning, unable to comprehend what the officer just said. Jack, his best friend, had done none of these things. He continues to hold Emma's hand tightly as the would-be newlyweds try to sort out the situation.
"This can't be happening..." Rose is practically sobbing. "Please don't…"
"Ma' me please don't interfere," an officer insists
"But he's my husband…" Rose says. Her eyes are filling with tears, smearing her makeup completely. She can't believe this is happening, her entire world has just come crashing down on her. The happiest moment of her life has just become a waking nightmare. All she keeps thinking about is Jack and how she needs to be with him, he's her everything and now, that's being snatched away from her.
"I'm sorry ma' me, but we need to take him."
"NO!" Rose shouts in grief. She doesn't care if she's making a fool of herself, she hadn't fought for Jack the first time he'd been arrested, so she will damn now try this time.
"Jack, don't say anything until we get there," Emma says, trying to clear her own head. Her law training comes back into gear, knowing how to increase her friend's chances of going free faster. "We'll meet you at the station."
"Jack please," Rose pleads.
The entire room is now in an uproar of confusion as Jack is led away in handcuffs. He cannot believe what has just happened. Rose is sobbing the entire way, following the group as fast as her heels and dress can take her.
Emma turns to Peter in a panic, still trying to process everything. They watch as both Rose and Jack disappear through the doors of the church.
"We have to hurry, he needs us as lawyers," Peter states.
"Let's get Rose and the car, and head to the station." His still fiancée agrees. Emma hands Sybil to Ruth, as the two go in pursuit, up the aisle, but not in wedded bliss.
They go outside and watch as the police wagon pulls away from in front of the church, but with no sign of the other bride. They expected her to be standing in the street, but she's gone.
"Rose?" Peter calls.
"Rose?" Emma shouts.
The two begin searching around the church, trying to find their friend. The guests are talking amongst themselves in great confusion, some scattering to find the missing bride.
Emma and Peter meet at the back of the church, where they find a ripped veil and the family comb on the ground of the parking lot.
Finally, I get to write this. This dramatic scene has been a long time coming. I wrote it before I even knew what was going to happen. I hope you like it. Please read and review.