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in mourning she never wore fancy clothes or makeup. He had been at her coming-out ball the year before, but even then she hadn’t looked this pretty. She had grown into her womanhood in the year since then.
    An usher in white tie and tails escorted them to a pew near the front on the bride’s side of the church. They had been expected, and Josiah noticed people looking at them with quiet admiration. They made a very dashing couple. Annabelle was oblivious to it, dazzled by the absolute forest of white orchids that Hortie’s mother had ordered. Annabelle had seen the gown, and knew that Hortie was going to look gorgeous in it. She had a terrific figure. The gown was low-cut white satin, covered with white lace, with a train that would stretch out for miles behind her. There were sixteen bridesmaids in pale gray satin gowns, carrying tiny orchids. It was a very stylish wedding, and Hortie was going to carry a huge ball of lily of the valley.
    They took their seats as Annabelle looked around. She knew everyone in the pews ahead of and behind them, and Josiah knew most of them as well. People smiled and made little gestures of greeting. They looked interested to see her with Josiah, and he noticed then that her mother had let her wear lipstick. In his opinion there was no more beautiful woman in the church than Annabelle as she sat beside him, including the bride as she came down the aisle, to Wagner’s Bridal Chorus from Lohengrin.
    All eyes were on Hortie, and her father had never looked prouder. It was then that Annabelle realized that on her own wedding day there would be no one to walk her down the aisle, neither her father, nor her brother. Thinking about it brought tears to her eyes, and seeing that, Josiah gently patted her arm. He had a feeling that was what she was thinking. He was developing good instincts about her, and getting to know her well. And although he hadn’t been in her life for long, he was beginning to love her. He enjoyed sitting through the church service with her. Everything went smoothly, and when the bride and groom walked back down the aisle after the ceremony, to Mendelssohn, everyone was beaming. All sixteen bridesmaids and an equal number of groomsmen walked out solemnly behind them, including a five-year-old ring bearer, and a three-year-old flower girl in a white organdy dress, who forgot to strew the rose petals and just clutched them in her hand.
    Annabelle and Josiah greeted friends in the throng of people in the vestibule of the church. They passed through the receiving line to congratulate the bride and groom and both sets of parents, and finally, an hour after the ceremony, everyone left the church for the reception. Annabelle wished she could go with them, she knew it was going to be a fabulous party that would go on all night, but there was no question of it for her. Josiah rode home with her in the car, and walked her into the house, as Annabelle thanked him for going with her.
    “I had a wonderful time,” she said, looking ecstatic. It had been fun to catch a glimpse of all her friends, and even meet some of Josiah’s who were, of course, much older than she was, but seemed very nice.
    “So did I,” he said honestly. He had been so proud to be with her. She was such a beautiful young woman.
    “You should hurry, so you’re not late to the reception,” she said, as she took off her hat, kissed his cheek, and shooed him toward the door. She looked even prettier without the veil, and her mother’s earrings were blinding.
    “I’m in no rush,” he said easily. “I declined the reception.” He was smiling at her.
    “You did?” She looked startled. “Why? It’s going to be the wedding of the year.” Hortie’s parents had gone all out, and she didn’t want Josiah to miss it. It didn’t occur to her why he had declined.
    “I’ve been to a lot of weddings of the year.” He laughed, and added, “For a lot of years. There are always others. Why would I go to the