as sisters for so long, it felt like a betrayal to do something so important without the other, but they had new family allegiances now. She’d chosen to put Sam first without hesitation, she could hardly blame Piper for doing the same.
“I’m sorry, too. I really do want the big fancy wedding. You know you’re helping fulfill all my stupid dreams with the carriages and bird cages and Disney themed photo sessions.”
“You and Sam nailed it as Ariel and Prince Eric, by the way.”
“Oh my gosh, your idea to have Mags dressed as Sebastian was brilliant. Even Sam had to admit it.” Evie sighed and wiped her nose. “What’s with your bouquet?”
Piper laughed and held out her bouquet, which was indeed a bundle of turnips with sprigs of parsley and baby’s breath. It actually looked pretty, in a farm-chic way.
“We were kind of arguing a little about your flowers and Lachlan said he didn’t care if I carried turnips as long as we got married.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m so glad he came here from the eighteenth century. I’m sorry you guys argued over the planning. We can just hang up all the choices we have left and throw darts at them if you want.”
“Yes, let’s do that. We can let Mel throw the bridesmaid color dart.”
Piper dabbed at her eyes and Evie flung her arms around her. They both shivered in their wispy dresses, and made their way to the vestibule where they could see Sam and Lachlan peering out the window at them. She was glad now that the secret was out, and not only would Piper get to be at her special ceremony, she’d get to be at Piper’s.
“Well, fancy this happening,” Sam said wryly, as Lachlan struggled not to laugh.
Piper ignored them both and took Mags from Sam, admiring his suit and instantly cheering the grumpy baby. It was one more thing that told Evie everything was perfect.
Evie teared up again when she realized Lachlan could walk her down the aisle, in lieu of her dad, who would have to wait for the formal ceremony.
“Let’s fix our makeup,” Piper said, handing Mags back. “You guys should take our first spot or you won’t have any makeup left.”
“Don’t be dumb, I won’t cry anymore.”
She was wrong, of course. The waterworks started the moment Sam stepped aside from handing off Piper to Lachlan. Father Branaghan smiled benignly at them as they sat in the first row, then began the ceremony.
Lachlan was a sight to behold in his full dress kilt. His hair had begun to grow out from the haircut he’d been forced to get after Bella lopped off his glorious shoulder length locks, and it curled a bit at his collar. The way he looked down at Piper made Evie’s heart nearly burst with joy for her best friend, who deserved nothing less than that level of adoration. He’d come to accept so many different things about their life in this time, but he hadn’t changed. He was still fiercely loyal, just, and kind. The occasional bossiness still popped up now and then, but a good lot of the time his strong opinion happened to be right, so they put up with it.
Sam took her hand as they began the vows, and even Magnus settled, sprawled out across both their laps with one foot in his mouth. Fresh drool stained her dress but she didn’t care as she leaned forward to listen.
Lachlan cleared his throat and took both Piper’s hands in his as Piper giggled nervously. “My love, I fear I canna properly express how I feel with words, and I have no talent for singing as ye’re well aware. I only want ye to know that without ye I am nothing. Ye are truly the light that guides me and the air I breathe. I never knew loss until I thought I’d lost ye, and I never knew peace until we were together again. When I first traveled here, yours was the first kind face I saw, and I hope I can continue to gaze upon ye until the moment I leave this life.”
Piper took a deep breath, fished a dainty handkerchief from her bosom and mopped her tears. She stood on her toes as if she
“I’m sorry, too. I really do want the big fancy wedding. You know you’re helping fulfill all my stupid dreams with the carriages and bird cages and Disney themed photo sessions.”
“You and Sam nailed it as Ariel and Prince Eric, by the way.”
“Oh my gosh, your idea to have Mags dressed as Sebastian was brilliant. Even Sam had to admit it.” Evie sighed and wiped her nose. “What’s with your bouquet?”
Piper laughed and held out her bouquet, which was indeed a bundle of turnips with sprigs of parsley and baby’s breath. It actually looked pretty, in a farm-chic way.
“We were kind of arguing a little about your flowers and Lachlan said he didn’t care if I carried turnips as long as we got married.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m so glad he came here from the eighteenth century. I’m sorry you guys argued over the planning. We can just hang up all the choices we have left and throw darts at them if you want.”
“Yes, let’s do that. We can let Mel throw the bridesmaid color dart.”
Piper dabbed at her eyes and Evie flung her arms around her. They both shivered in their wispy dresses, and made their way to the vestibule where they could see Sam and Lachlan peering out the window at them. She was glad now that the secret was out, and not only would Piper get to be at her special ceremony, she’d get to be at Piper’s.
“Well, fancy this happening,” Sam said wryly, as Lachlan struggled not to laugh.
Piper ignored them both and took Mags from Sam, admiring his suit and instantly cheering the grumpy baby. It was one more thing that told Evie everything was perfect.
Evie teared up again when she realized Lachlan could walk her down the aisle, in lieu of her dad, who would have to wait for the formal ceremony.
“Let’s fix our makeup,” Piper said, handing Mags back. “You guys should take our first spot or you won’t have any makeup left.”
“Don’t be dumb, I won’t cry anymore.”
She was wrong, of course. The waterworks started the moment Sam stepped aside from handing off Piper to Lachlan. Father Branaghan smiled benignly at them as they sat in the first row, then began the ceremony.
Lachlan was a sight to behold in his full dress kilt. His hair had begun to grow out from the haircut he’d been forced to get after Bella lopped off his glorious shoulder length locks, and it curled a bit at his collar. The way he looked down at Piper made Evie’s heart nearly burst with joy for her best friend, who deserved nothing less than that level of adoration. He’d come to accept so many different things about their life in this time, but he hadn’t changed. He was still fiercely loyal, just, and kind. The occasional bossiness still popped up now and then, but a good lot of the time his strong opinion happened to be right, so they put up with it.
Sam took her hand as they began the vows, and even Magnus settled, sprawled out across both their laps with one foot in his mouth. Fresh drool stained her dress but she didn’t care as she leaned forward to listen.
Lachlan cleared his throat and took both Piper’s hands in his as Piper giggled nervously. “My love, I fear I canna properly express how I feel with words, and I have no talent for singing as ye’re well aware. I only want ye to know that without ye I am nothing. Ye are truly the light that guides me and the air I breathe. I never knew loss until I thought I’d lost ye, and I never knew peace until we were together again. When I first traveled here, yours was the first kind face I saw, and I hope I can continue to gaze upon ye until the moment I leave this life.”
Piper took a deep breath, fished a dainty handkerchief from her bosom and mopped her tears. She stood on her toes as if she
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