Jack picked Seraphina up, taking a flower out of her mouth, and clasped William’s hand.
When the organ finished its march, William said into the silence, “Mama is pretty.”
The congregation chuckled, the women dabbing at their eyes.
Jack said, “Yes, she is.”
Delia took William’s free hand in one of hers and found Jack’s hand underneath the folds of Seraphina’s dress with the other.
Jack smiled at Delia, his eyes only for her. His face still beyond beautiful, but now a little older, the lines around his eyes and mouth deep, as if he’d spent the last five years laughing.
Jack repeated the priest, saying his vows slowly and finally sliding his ring onto Delia’s finger.
Delia sighed, smiling up at him, clearly still in love with him. Forever. Unbreakable.
She said, “I, Delia Wildfire Woodson, take you, John Fitzwilliam Cabot, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”
She slid the ring onto his finger.
And then she snickered, “Fitzwilliam.”
Some Like It Perfect
A Temporary Engagement, Book Three
Copyright © 2013 by Megan Bryce
To my husband-
best friend,
business partner,
best decision I’ve ever made.
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