The wedding was all set for a Saturday afternoon. Bob and Mary had decided to get married on the beach, in the exact same spot where they’d first met and where Bob had proposed.

Mary’s beach house was close by, so it became headquarters for the event. Flo arrived early with a clipboard and pages and pages of checklists. She cleared the coffee and doughnuts off the kitchen table and spread out a huge diagram. There were checklists for events, menus, numbers and clocks, circles around names, and photographs of everyone involved—family, guests, and helpers. Red arrows were shooting every which way.

“This is my master Flo chart,” said Flo. “If everything goes perfectly, this is how it will unfold.”

“You just unfolded it,” said Amelia Bedelia.

“I mean—” Flo’s phone rang. “Hold on, honey, I need to stay in touch with about twenty people until the I dos are all done.” Flo’s smile vanished. “Hello? Yes, it’s me. Yes, I’m here.” Her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Jason leaned over to Amelia Bedelia and whispered, “The last time I saw eyes like that, a car had accidentally run over a frog.”

Amelia Bedelia almost spit out her juice. She shivered at the thought.

“Stuck up?” yelled Flo into her phone. “What do you mean, stuck up? Are you kidding me?”

Every adult in the kitchen took a sip of coffee and pretended not to hear Flo. But everyone was listening to every word.

“I don’t think she’s stuck up,” Amelia Bedelia whispered to Jason. “Do you?”

“Call you right back,” said Flo. Turning to Mary, she said. “What’s the story with this drawbridge of yours? They raised it, but now it won’t go back down!”

“So you’re not stuck up,” said Amelia Bedelia. “The bridge is.”

“What? Right.” Flo had a lot on her mind. “No one can get across. Not the tent people. Not the florist. Not the caterer. Not the cake. Not the musicians. No one.”

Amelia Bedelia’s mother looked at her sister. “I guess this is one of those disasters that will make your wedding special and unique,” she said.

“That’s the spirit,” said Flo. “Are there any ferries?”

Amelia Bedelia was surprised that Flo still believed in fairies. Was she expecting a fairy godmother to help her out somehow?

“Not for a hundred years,” said Aunt Mary. “But let me call Bob. He might have an idea.”

Bob did have an idea. He told Flo to have everyone meet up at Crusty’s Crab Shack on the other side of the bridge. He and Amelia Bedelia’s father would arrange a boat to ferry them across the channel and leave them at the pier closest to Aunt Mary’s beach house.

Jason had an idea too. He made some emergency calls to his friends and asked them to contribute food from their restaurants and snack stands in case the caterer didn’t make it.

Just as Jason hung up the phone, it rang again. “It’s a Mrs. May,” said Jason, handing the phone to his mother.

“That’s our justice of the peace,” said Aunt Mary. “Luckily for us, she lives on this side of the bridge.”

But when Aunt Mary hung up, she had to sit down.

“What’s wrong?” asked Amelia Bedelia’s mother.

“She has food poisoning,” said Mary. “She’s sick in bed.”

“You need someone official to marry you,” said Grandma.

“Otherwise you’re not really married,” said Granddad.

Flo closed her eyes. “Go with the Flo, go with the Flo, go with . . .”

Amelia Bedelia closed her eyes too. “Go with the Flo, go—”

BAAAAAAAAHHHNNN!!! sounded a boat horn, very near by.