Page 124 of Electric Kiss

Being chatty was a part of her nature.

“I’m head of the ushers of the older generation as Kenny puts it. It basically means I need to make sure none of the Turner boys get hammered before five o’clock and Luke doesn’t touch anything more than a sip of champagne until he’s on his honeymoon,” Keith replied.

“Wow, is this a dry wedding?”

Keith looked down at her eyes then up to her fascinator and then back to her eyes. He mouthedfuck noand then dazzled her with a smile.

“I can’t go into detail, loose lips and all that. You’re also a chatty drunk. So while I’m not making sure you don’t drink because you are a happy chatty drunk I can’t let the secret out the bag. But I’ll happily tell you later tonight.”

“All right,” she said, knowing full well she wouldn’t be at the wedding later.

Once the speeches were over she’d be out of there and leave them to family and friends. Friends they’d known longer than three days.

Gwen looked back to the front to see the vicar come to the front, holding a bible open in her splayed palms. She stared down the aisle towards the closed doors. From the right, Luke and Archer came through an open doorway and took their places next to two other men.

“Do you need me to narrate what’s going on right now?” Keith asked.

“That would be great. I think I met them the other night but don’t know who is who.”

“The nervous one is Luke, the groom. The grinning one is Archer. Next to Archer is Jason, another Turner brother, and next to him is Nate who is married with the youngest Turner sibling, Daisy.”

“Right,” Gwen said.

She had a vague recollection of the run down in the pub.

“All rise,” the vicar said with a sure voice.

Gwen swiftly looked to Luke and then to the doors to see who was walking down the aisle. All eyes went to the doors as they opened and in came two elderly women. They were throwing petals over the floor and the nearest people in the pews left and right.

“Freya wanted flower girls but the only girls in the family are too young, so the grandmothers stepped in.”

“That is so cool,” Gwen whispered as she saw them approach the pew at the front and slipped in.

Then came the bridesmaids.

Gwen knew the plan of them wearing their wedding dresses but it seemed the congregation didn’t. Gasps of awe and shock mingled with laughter. They filed past and slipped into the pew in front of Gwen. All three of them turned and squeezed Gwen’s hand.

She squeezed back.

Then the doors closed.

“I’ve never been to a wedding before. I can feel the excitement in the air. Is it always like this?” Gwen asked.

Gwen looked to the guys and saw them staring at their wives. They too didn’t seem to know what they were going to wear either and if looks could portray pure sex, all three of them had it in spades.

“I went to my sister’s wedding, Heidi, when she married Jason and it was small, so not many people to create the atmosphere.”

“Those men look like they’re going to haul their wives away before Luke and Freya get married.”

“I know. It’s sickening,” Keith said.

Gwen heard the humour in his voice but he was right. Their open display of love towards their wives was sickeningly beautiful.

The atmosphere transformed the moment the organ player stopped the tune she played and switched to the wedding march. As a crowd they all turned as one. Out of the corner of her eye Gwen could see Luke had remained face front. The vicar glanced at him and smiled, then trained her eyes on the double doors at the end of the aisle.

The loud heavy clunk of the bolts echoed and there standing next to her well-dressed father in a morning suit was Freya.

She looked spectacular and not just because of the happiest grin Gwen only ever saw on four-year-olds eating their favourite treat. Everything about her shone. From her almost transparent veil and tiara to her satin cloak with tiny specs of purple that complemented the wall of lavender to her seemingly understated dress. A wave of gasps echoed around including Gwen’s.

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