Weddings were always big news in the town of Fielder. The whole town would rise early and prepare from dawn, then would process down to the church to await the bride and groom. Fielder has always been a small town, with a population of about 4000 people; it is no surprise that everyone knew each other from birth. And everyone in the town definitely knew Brent Parkovsky. It was an unseasonably warm day on the day of Brent Parkovsky's wedding. At 22, he was not uncommonly young to be getting married, but he was pushing the boundaries slightly with his choice of bride. Louella Van Horten had met Brent whilst he was studying at University, and they had fallen madly in love. The townsfolk of Fielder were hostile towards Louella at first – after all, she was an outsider, plus the fact that she was ten years older than Brent himself. Some people even suspected that she was after his money; after all it was no secret that the Parkovsky’s had more money than they could even spend, but when they met her, and got to know her… It was almost like she had lived there her whole life.
Lily Parkovsky stood alone in the town square, watching the townspeople pass her by. She was smiling to herself and thinking about what life would be like once Brent had gotten married. He was the first of the Parkovsky children to marry, and probably the first to have children, but there was always hope that another sibling would beat him to the children. Brent had always been the families golden child, the apple of their mother’s eye, but Lily had never minded. Maybe it was because she was the only girl, so she was equally seen as a cut above her brothers. But now Brent was getting married, and she hoped with all her heart that he would finally start to right himself. Brent had not been quite right for a while now, but to most people, it was unnoticeable. Lily worried after her brother, but she knew that in Louella he had found someone worth fighting for.
She started to hum to herself as she slowly started to make her way to the church. She walked casually and unhurried because she knew that Louella would be taking forever to get ready. It annoyed Lily slightly how vain Louella actually seemed to be, but she brushed that aside for now – it was her brother’s wedding day, and by darn she was going to make sure it went off without a hitch.
She was almost at the church when a small boy caught her eye. He was running and giggling across the square, seemingly trying to get away from someone. She smiled as the boy was caught up to and pulled into his mother’s arms. She bent in front of him and seemed to be giving him a stern talking to. One day, Lily would be able to do that, and she was looking forward to it already. She was about to turn away from the scene and back to the church when the little boy suddenly looked up and locked eyes with her. Green eyes… blonde hair… and a dazzling smile. Then the boy’s mother looked at her, and Lily’s heart stopped for a moment, before she turned and ran for the church.
Louis Parkovsky was pacing nervously in front of his brothers room in the church. He was the most nervous of all about today, as he couldn't help but feel like his brother was making a huge mistake. Louella wasn’t the one for his brother, he truly believed that, and he didn’t know what to do. Should he talk to his brother or let him carry on and make the biggest mistake of his life?
He HAD to tell his brother. He had to tell him everything. He had to tell him about Manhattan, he had to tell him about Jayden… and Ruthie… and Skinnersville. He hoped that God would give him enough strength for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door when a loud bang sounded in the hallway behind him. He turned round to see his twin sister Lily tearing down the hallway, followed shortly by their older brother George and their parents. Louis eyes widened slightly. What were they doing here? He needed to talk to his brother alone before the wedding. Louis flung the door to Brent’s room open and hurried in before his siblings and his parents could get there.
Brent was nervously adjusting his cravat in the mirror when the commotion in the hall started. He frowned and turned to his best man, Byron and raised his eyebrows. Byron shrugged in response and walked to the door to check what the commotion was. Just as he reached the door, it burst open, shoving Byron to the floor. Brent just stared at his brother, unsure of why he had burst in so dramatically. Louis stood there, then looked behind him and glared, just in time for the rest of the family to come into the room. A bunch of confused faces stared back at him, except Lily’s who just looked plain shocked.