Six months later
ON A hot, sunny day in June, Louisa walked down the aisle of the church at Amberhurst Castle on her father’s arm, with Mina, Bea and Mel as her bridesmaids, Tyler as her pageboy and her twin nieces as her flower girls.
Dominic turned round to watch his bride walking towards him. She could see the joy on his face—a joy that was mirrored through the whole congregation. Dominic’s mother and her own were both brushing away a tear, her father and Dominic’s were both looking proud, Oliver was looking adoringly at his wife, Ric was looking equally adoringly at his own wife, and her brother Stewart was holding hands with Marie, giving Tyler and the twins encouraging smiles.
Life didn’t get more perfect than this. Making her wedding vows to Dominic in the place where his family had exchanged those same vows for hundreds of years, and knowing that they had enough love between them to get through anything.
As they signed the register, the tenor who had sung at Oliver and Mina’s wedding sang ‘You Raise Me Up’. Dominic’s hands tightened on his new wife’s. ‘You make me more than I am,’ he said softly.
‘Just as you do me,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘Always.’
‘I love you, Mrs Hurst.’ And, not caring that it wasn’t quite the traditional place to do so in the wedding ceremony, he kissed her.