KC peeked out from behind a tent pole to check out the rose garden. Wooden folding chairs had been set up on the lawn. A long red carpet ran up the aisle.
KC’s and her mom’s green dresses were the same color as Marshall’s vest and the president’s bow tie.
A platform had been placed at the back of the garden for the band. They played happy tunes while the guests waited for Lois to walk down the aisle.
At the other end of the red carpet, the president stood by Reverend Murphy, waiting.
“Doesn’t the president look nice?” KC whispered to Marshall.
“He looks great, but I feel dorky in this vest,” Marshall said.
“I think it’s cute,” KC said.
“Yeah, right,” Marshall said. He held one end of a long green ribbon. The other end was tied to the ring box attached to George’s new white collar.
George lay on the carpet, chewing on his ribbon. His tail flipped back and forth. “Please don’t run away again,” KC begged him.
The wedding ceremony started. Then it was time for KC and Marshall to walk George forward with the rings.
As they marched slowly along the carpet, KC smiled at the vice president, Arnold, and Yvonne.
Darla Darling sat with the other reporters in the press seats. She was busy taking notes. She wasn’t even watching the wedding. KC almost giggled, wondering where she parked her motorcycle.
KC stopped at the end of the aisle. Marshall stood next to the president. George rolled over onto his back and stared out at the crowd.
The band started playing the wedding march. KC’s mom walked down the aisle in her beautiful dress. Everyone stood and clapped.
When Reverend Murphy nodded, Lois passed her bouquet to KC. Then Marshall opened George’s little box and handed the wedding rings to the president.
The couple said, “I do!”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” said Reverend Murphy. The president kissed KC’s mom, and everyone cheered.
A few minutes later, the chairs were moved away, and a wooden dance floor was laid over the grass. Waiters brought out food, and the band began playing dance music.
KC watched the president lead her mother onto the dance floor. Once they had begun dancing, all the guests joined in. KC smiled when she saw Arnold dancing with Yvonne.
KC walked up to Marshall. “Do you want to dance?” she asked.
Marshall set his punch cup on a table.
He looked into KC’s big green eyes.
Then he ran out of the rose garden as fast as his legs would carry him.