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It was supposed to be the most important day of their lives, but almost from the onset everything went wrong.
It rained, not just a passing shower, but a thunderous torrential downpour.
The reception caterers had let them down the day before with a curt email and the venue was hit by a power cut.
Heavy traffic held up their guests, and the rings had been mislaid.
Uncle Will had disappeared and Maisie wondered who was going to give her away.
The wedding was at 2pm, and at fifteen minutes to, her Uncle arrived all smiles and took her shaking hand in his.
‘Now don’t you worry lass, ‘ he said. ‘It’ll be OK. You still want to go?’
‘Come on then.’
Maisie didn’t know what to expect, so when the car pulled up at a small chocolate box cottage with the most beautiful gardens, she thought there had been a mistake.
Leading her up a fragrant path flanked by glorious lilac and roses, she was shown through a gateway into another world.
A gazebo stood centre stage on a manicured lawn, and Jeff was waiting for her.
Their guests were on collapsible chairs linked together with garlands of honeysuckle and lily of the valley. Everyone stood to applaud the bride.
Uncle Will winked and took his place in the front row.
Standing side by side, they exchanged vows until it got to the bit about the rings, and her lips quivered.
Taking her hands in his, Jeff picked up 6 delicate blooms from a cushion and pressed them between her fingers.
‘A ring is a symbol, ‘ he said, ‘a never ending circle when two hearts are joined. These flowers are eternal. Each year their roots will grow stronger, as our love for each other grows deeper with the passing of time.’
Lifting the flowers to his lips, he kissed each in turn, then her fingertips, then her lips.
‘Our fate is sealed,’ he whispered.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Will turned to the woman next to him and thanked her for coming to his aid at the last minute.
‘That’s what old friends are for,’ she said, and tucked her arm in his.