Chapter 9: Literally A White Wedding

Luke Hans and Marjorie planned a winter wedding, they didn't want to wait. So when the New Year was out of the way, they booked a date at The Prince of Peace Church.

On the day, Luke met his brother Jethro at the church to get everything ready. There had been a huge dump of fresh snow during the night and everything was gleaming white, crispy and cold.

"Oh no! What a disaster!" Luke complained to Jethro. "Everyone will be freezing and damp. We need a shovel to clear a path to the church."

"No time for that now bro. People will just have to deal with it. Besides white is a great colour for a wedding" Jethro laughed.

Luke was in no mood for quips, he was extremely nervous.

Inside the church Sammie had been giving the job of creative director - his choice of title, and had roped in family friend Chantrelle Riffin to decorate the church. He had gone for simple but effective decor and was feeling self congratulatory with its understated elegance.

"Yes!" he was declaring to Chantrelle, "I think my decision to go with the heart shaped arch will pay off in photo interest."

When the bride arrived, everyone was caught unawares having wandered off, thinking she would be traditionally late. But Luke Hans was prepared, he hadn't left his post at the altar and her couldn't take his eyes off his bride as she walked to stand next to him.

Lesley was a bit put out "Could someone not have told me she had arrived?" she grumbled as the other guests rushed in to take their places.

While Sammie got everyone seated, Luke looked into Marjorie's eyes and said "You look beautiful. I am the happiest man in the world"

The last to arrive was Marjorie's tardy sister Cleo. She rushed in muttering something about being stuck in a snow drift at the bottom of the hill.

Then with everyone present, the vows were exchanged. The rings placed on their fingers, Luke Hans Diarmid married his first and only love, Marjorie Fisher, in the presence of their families and loved ones.

The guests stood and hoorayed as they threw rice and flower petals at the couple.

The reception was held in the church hall adjacent to the church. It was very informal and the fare was a combination of vegetarian dishes and roasted meats

 After everyone had eaten and the formalities were out of the way, it was time to relax and everyone began to let their hair down. Cleo and Chantrelle hit the dance floor.

 And Luke and Marjorie hit the bar.

"I'm just gonna have the one champagne cocktail," Marjorie was telling the bartender, "Don't want to be too sleepy later on for the....nuptials eh?"

Luke Hans suddenly felt a bit panicky. He had forgotten about the nuptials! He thought he'd need several of these champagne cocktails to stay in control and calm.

"Nuptials!!!" the word had him transfixed. "I get to have nuptials now" he thought. "That's so cool"
Marjorie confessed she was feeling a little bit nervous.

 Luke took his wife by the hand and led her onto the dance floor for their First Dance.

"Mrs Diarmid, may I have the pleasure..?" Luke asked.

 "Indeed you may Mr Diarmid, my husband...."smiled Marjorie.
And they danced and danced....

 And there may as well have been no one else there, because they only had eyes for each other.

Later that night, in their cosy little home - Luke was a little concerned when, as they prepared for bed, his bride had gone to the bathroom and come back to bed wearing a head to toe flanellette onesie with domed bum flap. There was not an inch of flesh showing. It wasn't the most erotic honeymoon type garment and he wasn't at all sure how to proceed to break into it.

 But they eventually worked it out together.