(advent) A winter wedding!

If I had to get married again, I think maybe I’d like a wedding like this.

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It was, Molly thought, the perfect winter’s day for a wedding. Overnight, snow had fallen in a soft white blanket that covered Carter’s Cove in pristine white, like a bridal veil. She and Schrodinger stood with the Trio and the rest of the wedding guests outside the small woodland chapel that her friends Mark and Charlotte had chosen to say their vows to each other. Located on the outskirts of Carter’s Cove, the Chapel of the Pines was currently decked with holly, ivy and pine boughs and silver bells. Inside, Mrs. Asher was playing “White Christmas” on the pipe organ while they waited for the bride to arrive.

Molly stole a look at Mark, looking nervously handsome in his black tuxedo, white shirt and dark green vest and bow tie. His groomsmen and the ring bearer flanked him, all dressed the same except for the fact that Mark’s vest and tie were shot through with silver snowflakes. White corsages tied with silver ribbons adorned their coats.

“Don’t they look handsome?” she murmured to Sue, who nodded.

Then, through the last notes of the pipe organ, she heard bells. Jingle bells, attached to horses’ collars. She and the rest of the crowd turned towards the field next to the chapel, where four white horses pulled a gaily-bedecked sleigh over the fresh snow. Inside the sleigh, the bride and her four bridesmaids snuggled under white fleece blankets, but Molly had to laugh at Charlotte’s little niece, the flower girl, who was seated up next to the driver, waving enthusiastically to the crowd, the white ribbons woven into her dark hair flying in the wind.

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Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.