GiW: See you out there. Oh--Harry told me to tell you "Good luck!"
Me: Thanks gin.
She skips out of the house down to the candle-lit, the stars shining above. I wipe a tear from my cheek. This is it. Arthur walks in the door and grabs my hands gently.
AW: I'm sorry your father couldn't be the one to hand you off...
Me: Thank you, Arthur. It's a pleasure to have you walk me down the aisle.
AW: Our makeshift aisle...
Me: It's everything I could have dreamed of.
AW: Shall we?
I smooth out my dress and slip on my shoes.
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He hands me the bouquet.
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He wraps his arm through mine.
Me: We shall.
He walks me out of the door, Here Comes the Bride playing on floating lutes. The path to the garden is lined with gold candles, the ground scattered with white rose petals and daisies.
