Phyllis Baxter gazed down at her simple white dress and the overcoat her Ladyship had leant her.
"Are you ready, Miss Baxter?" Thomas asked as he approached her quietly.
She smiled at her friend. "I've never been more ready for anything."
He nodded, taking her arm and strolling towards the church.
"Thank you for coming back for this." she whispered, gently squeezing his upper arm.
"It's the least I could do after you gave me a second chance at life."
Baxter already felt incredibly happy as the doors to the church opened, and her eyes landed on Mr. Molesley, who was waiting in his suit to vow to always be hers for as long as they both shall live.
His eyes widened when he saw her, his heart exploding in his chest. "Whoa,"
She grinned as they arrived at the front of the church and Thomas leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I wish you all the best."
Nodding, she took the last few steps and stood opposite her fiancé. "Hi,"
He laughed incredulously. "How are you so lovely?"
She blushed. "You look very handsome yourself, Mr. Molesley."
The priest cleared his throat. "Dearly Beloved..."
Mr. Molesley pressed his lips to the now Mrs. Molesley's as they exited the church, flower petals raining down around them.
He didn't know what he could have possibly done to deserve such an amazing woman as his wife, but he knew he'd never need anything else for the rest of his life.