It was their wedding day. Margery who never dreamed that at her age she would get married was very excited. She smiled and posed as Martina took photos of her. Her nephew Laird was with his father, the groom. She couldn’t wait to see him.
“You look lovely,” Martina told her. “Lovely and radiant.”
Margery beamed. “Thank you, Dear. I feel wonderful!”
Martina smiled. “You look and feel the way I did on my wedding day.”
“That’s a very good sign. That day you and Laird were the two happiest people in the world.”
Martina smiled. “We were and still are.”
“That’s wonderful to hear.”
“Martina glanced at the clock on the mantlepiece. “I think we should get ready to leave now,” she said as she slipped the digital camera into her handbag. “The limo should be arriving in about five minutes.”
Margery stood up. “Where’s Veronica?” Veronica was a very close friend and her other matron of honor. “I thought she would have been here by now.” Veronica had called about twenty minutes ago to say that she was on her way.
“I’m sure she’ll be here at any minute.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. “Do you mind?” Margery asked. “I’ll just grab my handbag and a packet of tissues.”
“Sure.” Martina went to the door and opened it. She was happy to see Veronica standing there. They hugged and then, Martina invited her in. “Aunt Margery will be thrilled to see you.”
“I bet she was wondering what kept me. The traffic was a bit heavy in some parts but I made it. I don’t see the limo, though. I hope it won’t be late.”
“No. The limo will be here in a few minutes.”
The limo showed on time and the three of them headed over to Georgian townhouse of 11 Carlton House Terrace. Soon the wedding was on the way. The bridegroom looked very handsome in his black tuxedo. He had decided to return the wedding suit he bought and get a tuxedo instead. Laird was his best man. His uncle Uncle Jared gave the bride away.
It was a beautiful ceremony. There were lots of smiles and tears as the couple exchanged their wedding vows followed by cheers and applause when they were pronounced husband and wife. The bridegroom and bride kissed and then, they left the ornate Music Room which accommodated 80 guests and made their way to the lobby for a drinks reception in the lobby. Dinner was served in the in the Wolfson Room which overlooked The Mall and St James’s Park.
It was a lovely evening and celebration of two people in their prime who had found love with one another. After dinner, there was dancing in the Music Room. Everyone watched as the bride and groom had their first dance. They were like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. For a while, they were the only ones dancing and then, their guests joined them. It was a magical, romantic, fun and unforgettable evening. It was a night which no one wanted to end.
When the night was over and the bride and groom arrived at the mansion, the groom paused outside of the door. “Would you like me to carry you over the threshold?” he asked his bride.
She stared at him. “I don’t know. Do you think you could manage?”
“I’m sure I can,” he said.
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” He turned, unlocked the door and pushed it open. He went in, placed his jacket on the table in the foyer and rejoined her. He scooped her up and carried her in. He set her down to close and lock the door. Then, he picked her up again.
She stared at him. “You just carried me over the threshold.
“Yes, I know. This time, I’m going to take you upstairs to our Boudoir where a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses should be waiting for us.”
Margery giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he headed for the staircase.
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