they had wanted a quiet reception.
they were to be married in her mother's flowering garden, lainie's sisters as the shared maids of honor, jordan's sister and sister-in-law the bridesmaids, with their daughter the flower girl. jordan's best friend was to be his best man, and that friend's son the ring bearer.
they had picked two groomsmen, aside from the best man: lainie's brother, and one of their closest friends.
lainie's father was to perform the ceremony.
"can your father officiate weddings?" jordan had asked when she'd suggested her father as the one to marry them.
"of course. he's been ordained by the catholic church. he's officiated twelve weddings. we'll be the thirteenth, on the thirteenth."
"unlucky thirteen," he had whispered. "at least it's sunday, not friday, that we'll be married on."
"i think thirteen is very lucky," she'd huffed.
he'd laughed slightly and kissed her.
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his queen
Poetry"i wish i were a princess." "my darling, you're a queen." -- completed #241 in short story (sept 6th 2018) #1 in #forevermore (oct 25th 2018) #4 in #doubt (jan 1st 2019) #3 in #prose (feb 19th 2021) 100k reads (may 12th 2019) 175k reads (aug 27th 20...
