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can’t thank you enough for pulling this together on such short notice.”
They hugged. “Now don’t go all sentimental on me. Besides, I want to save my crying for the church.”
Inside Saint Mary’s, the strong fragrance of dozens and dozens of pink roses filled the church. Ann and the girls from The Flower Box did a lovely job decorating the church. Huge baskets of flowers dressed the altar. The bridesmaid’s bouquet of white and yellow roses offset the dresses of light green voile perfectly and the miniature Calla Lilys for boutonnieres were a particularly nice touch. Simple and basic, but very classy.
Her son, Nick, met her in the back of the church. Missy smiled at the young man who was a duplicate of his father in looks only. “I didn’t think you’d make it.”
“I came directly from the train station and changed here. Father Timothy remembered me.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Of course he did.” She looked around. “Have you seen your Dad?”
“He’s in the back with Cara. I think he thought you were coming earlier.”
“Why?”
Nick shrugged. “Said he needed to tell you something important.”
“I’ll be right back.” She slipped through the crowd of people and in the direction of the Bride’s Room.
A moment later, she almost collided into Vinnie. The black tuxedo fit him to a t and her knees weakened. He grabbed her arms to prevent her from falling backward. Heat rushed through her. This man had a hold on her she feared would never go away. “I’m glad I found you.”
“Me, too.” He slid his arm through hers and pulled her over to an alcove. “I need to tell you something.”
She found it hard to swallow. “Me, too.”
Like two teenagers, they both laughed nervously.
He ran a thumb up her neck and cradled her chin in his hands. “Missy girl, what are we going to do about us?”
Her stomach flipped. She lost herself in the deep brown eyes she’d gazed into longingly after so many love-making sessions over so many years.
Vinnie leaned in closer to kiss her, but was interrupted by Antoine, who swept down the hall clapping his hands. “Places, places, everyone.” Not a hair out of place, black tuxedo, no doubt custom made showed off the man’s tiny waist. Upon further inspection Missy couldn’t tell, did he have mascara on?
Organ music filled the cathedral. “Mrs. Modesto, you must get in line. Your son is waiting to seat you.”
Missy nodded, never taking her eyes off Vinnie who mouthed, “I love you,” as Antoine turned away to ride herd on the rest of the wedding party.
Nick took her arm to lead her down the aisle toward the front of the church. “Ready, Mom?”
As a numb, almost tingly feeling raced through her, all she could do was nod her head. Vinnie still loved her.
She hadn’t been imagining it and she hadn’t been alone. Truth was, she had never stopped loving him.
Nick stopped walking and Missy stood at the entrance to the pew where she was expected to sit. She kissed her handsome son on the cheek before he took his place beside Dan at the foot of the altar.
When the wedding march played, her eyes burned. Remembering the tissues, she strategically placed in her jacket pocket, she blotted her already dripping eyes.
As Vinnie and Cara walked down the aisle, Missy didn’t think she could ever love two people more. The way he smiled down on his daughter more than warmed her. Adoration and love for her filled his eyes just like the day the doctor handed him his baby girl in the delivery room. Vinnie had broken down and sobbed. Coming from a family of all boys, this little girl meant the world to him and from that very moment she had him wrapped tightly around her little finger.
They reached the altar a few minutes later, and Vinnie lifted Cara’s veil and kissed her cheek. At that moment, Missy couldn’t fight the feeling that they were both losing their little girl.
Vinnie stepped back, all the time watching Cara take Dan’s arm,
They hugged. “Now don’t go all sentimental on me. Besides, I want to save my crying for the church.”
Inside Saint Mary’s, the strong fragrance of dozens and dozens of pink roses filled the church. Ann and the girls from The Flower Box did a lovely job decorating the church. Huge baskets of flowers dressed the altar. The bridesmaid’s bouquet of white and yellow roses offset the dresses of light green voile perfectly and the miniature Calla Lilys for boutonnieres were a particularly nice touch. Simple and basic, but very classy.
Her son, Nick, met her in the back of the church. Missy smiled at the young man who was a duplicate of his father in looks only. “I didn’t think you’d make it.”
“I came directly from the train station and changed here. Father Timothy remembered me.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Of course he did.” She looked around. “Have you seen your Dad?”
“He’s in the back with Cara. I think he thought you were coming earlier.”
“Why?”
Nick shrugged. “Said he needed to tell you something important.”
“I’ll be right back.” She slipped through the crowd of people and in the direction of the Bride’s Room.
A moment later, she almost collided into Vinnie. The black tuxedo fit him to a t and her knees weakened. He grabbed her arms to prevent her from falling backward. Heat rushed through her. This man had a hold on her she feared would never go away. “I’m glad I found you.”
“Me, too.” He slid his arm through hers and pulled her over to an alcove. “I need to tell you something.”
She found it hard to swallow. “Me, too.”
Like two teenagers, they both laughed nervously.
He ran a thumb up her neck and cradled her chin in his hands. “Missy girl, what are we going to do about us?”
Her stomach flipped. She lost herself in the deep brown eyes she’d gazed into longingly after so many love-making sessions over so many years.
Vinnie leaned in closer to kiss her, but was interrupted by Antoine, who swept down the hall clapping his hands. “Places, places, everyone.” Not a hair out of place, black tuxedo, no doubt custom made showed off the man’s tiny waist. Upon further inspection Missy couldn’t tell, did he have mascara on?
Organ music filled the cathedral. “Mrs. Modesto, you must get in line. Your son is waiting to seat you.”
Missy nodded, never taking her eyes off Vinnie who mouthed, “I love you,” as Antoine turned away to ride herd on the rest of the wedding party.
Nick took her arm to lead her down the aisle toward the front of the church. “Ready, Mom?”
As a numb, almost tingly feeling raced through her, all she could do was nod her head. Vinnie still loved her.
She hadn’t been imagining it and she hadn’t been alone. Truth was, she had never stopped loving him.
Nick stopped walking and Missy stood at the entrance to the pew where she was expected to sit. She kissed her handsome son on the cheek before he took his place beside Dan at the foot of the altar.
When the wedding march played, her eyes burned. Remembering the tissues, she strategically placed in her jacket pocket, she blotted her already dripping eyes.
As Vinnie and Cara walked down the aisle, Missy didn’t think she could ever love two people more. The way he smiled down on his daughter more than warmed her. Adoration and love for her filled his eyes just like the day the doctor handed him his baby girl in the delivery room. Vinnie had broken down and sobbed. Coming from a family of all boys, this little girl meant the world to him and from that very moment she had him wrapped tightly around her little finger.
They reached the altar a few minutes later, and Vinnie lifted Cara’s veil and kissed her cheek. At that moment, Missy couldn’t fight the feeling that they were both losing their little girl.
Vinnie stepped back, all the time watching Cara take Dan’s arm,
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