__Epilogue__

“I THOUGHT YOUR NAME was Sloane.” The Santa Claus judge from the Mississippi Princess studied the license Hayley and Justin had given him. They stood under the archway in the Viva Memphis! Wedding Chapel, which satisfied Hayley’s criteria for memorable.

“That’s his stage name,” Ross explained.

“I see.” The judge stuck the cigar back into his mouth and continued to study the license.

Justin’s mother and stepfather exchanged looks. Of course the looks were nothing like the expressions on their faces when they saw the flying Elvis heads decorating the chapel walls.

To Hayley and Justin’s relief, the judge didn’t mention the recent date on the license, nor did he question their request to repeat the ceremony for the benefit of Justin’s mother and stepfather.

“Everything appears to be in order.” The slightest emphasis was the only acknowledgment he made of the unusual circumstances. He folded the paper and put it in his breast pocket. “Let’s get started, then.”

So they did.

The bride wore a simple white sheath and carried a bouquet of white roses.

The groom wore his new job-hunting suit.

The best man hummed a tasteful medley of Elvis Presley’s greatest hits.

The groom’s mother sobbed softly.

The judge pronounced them husband and wife.

And Hayley had the wedding of her dreams.