The day of the wedding dawned sunny and warm. I wore my great-grandmother’s beige dress after all (Grandmère sulked in the front row). Fat Louie, surprisingly, did not flee or attack anyone; he walked down the aisle with the dignity of a small, furry king. Michael’s dad showed up in a brand-new suit (he’d bought it specially, and he only cried twice).
“Wonderful!” Grandmère clapped. “We’ll seat him next to the Duchess of Vonn. She’s deaf. He can talk about tractors all night.” meg cabot royal wedding
And when I reached the altar, Michael looked at me like I was the only person in the entire kingdom. The day of the wedding dawned sunny and warm
“He’s dead,” I pointed out.