12. the marriage of two fools in love
It was the day of the wedding.
Willow woke up and had the last cup of coffee she'd have alone in her little loft apartment. She thought back to that afternoon when Ben helped her move into this apartment. She took a sip of her coffee, then looked over to the dress hanging from her bathroom door. She had found it last minute in a vintage clothing store. It was perfect. Creamy lace, mermaid silhouette, deep open back.
She took in a breath, then washed her mug out in the sink before putting it away. It was time to get ready.
Ben was a nervous wreck, standing at the end of the pier in a simple black tuxedo and black bow tie. His father was his best man, standing at his side.
"It looks like it's going to rain," Ben griped.
"Son, it's not going to rain," George tried to calm his son without laughing at him.
The few people they invited settled into their seats. The small orchestra began to play a soft song and Henry Chan began to walk Willow slowly down the pier towards Ben.
He swore to himself that he saw his destiny in the shape of the woman walking towards him.
The exchanged their vows before a Justice of the Peace as the sun set over the bay.
The reception was a small dinner at their restaurant. They shared their first dance, ate cake, then left the party going as they made their way home.