Chapter 17

Molly and John wanted a very simple wedding and a small reception. Of course, people in Middletown thought otherwise.

The news of the wedding spread like wildfire and soon went viral via social media. John and Molly were two of the most beloved people in Middletown, and everyone wanted to share their happiness.

Everyone in town viewed themselves as been invited, whether or not they received an actual printed invitation. On the other hand, everyone collaborated with the preparations, and no one came to the reception with empty hands.

The day of the wedding, in June, dawned clear, bright, and warm with everyone buzzing around like bees in anticipation of the grand event. Everyone was wearing their Sunday best.

“Alright, it’s time, Molly,” Percy whispered. “Ready?”

“I was born ready,” Molly said straightening her dress.

“So I heard.”

Laura smiled at her husband, and then shifted so she could walk down the aisle with the other bridesmaids.

The bridesmaids and the groomsmen slowly walked down the aisle and then each stood on opposite sides of the altar.

Sabrina, Mary’s daughter, was given the role of the flower girl again. She walked down the aisle ahead of Molly and Percy, whipping rose petals over her head.

Actually, it wasn’t an aisle, because they weren’t in a church. They were at the farm, and everyone they loved was there. Somehow, Percy and his crew had managed to make the farm look like a church, and adapted the barn for the reception.

Red stood next to his father, serving as his best man. John stood straight, strong and tall in his black tux. His gaze never left Molly during her walk down the aisle. He looked at her as if his world lay in her eyes.

The guests were captivated by how beautiful Molly looked. John was amazed. He and Molly smiled at each other and kept eye contact.

“She looks beautiful, Dad.” Red clapped his father on the shoulder.

John literally couldn’t think. He just stared in complete awe. Finally, he found his voice, “She is beautiful, Son. Inside and out.”

When Molly and Percy reached the altar, John stepped forward to take his bride’s hand and held it tightly. His arms were no longer encased in casts. Molly smiled at him. This was the moment she had been waiting for all her life.

They faced each other holding hands.

“Don’t they look happy? Really, genuinely happy?” Laura whispered to Kat, her eyes moist with tears as she watched her Aunt take her vows.

“Yes, they do. This is so romantic! They love each other to death, don’t they?” Kat whispered back.