A Gallagher girl wedding continue

A Gallagher girl wedding part-2

                                                                CHAPTER 1

My mother didn't get married during

springtime in the gardens; Macey had gotten

that part wrong. That spring, the Gallagher

Academy had other priorities.

Massive holes covered the grounds. Hazmat

teams had spent weeks digging through the contents of Dr. Fibs's labs and all three Sublevels

(what was left of them). The pits were hundreds

of feet deep, and they covered the campus. I

knew the people in town must have thought we

were crazy. But I didn't care. Let people judge

you. It never changes the truth.

The trustees had called together a special team of retired Gallagher Girls to collect

and archive all of the surviving artifacts and

opened the door. Through the doorway, I could

feel the hot summer breeze and hear the sounds

of a four-piece orchestra. Waiters walked by carrying silver trays, and a few limos were coming

up the drive.

"If I see a carnation, I swear I'm going

to hurt somebody!" Macey shouted, and ran

outside.

"Well, at least she's not overreacting,"

Bex said, then patted Liz on the back. "You're

finished."

Liz spun and checked the back of her hair

in the massive mirror that lined one wall of the

barn. It was the very place where we'd learned

to perfect our form and land our punches; but

on that day, Liz stood and smoothed her silky

skirt and patted her updo. In her frilly, delicate

dress, she looked like something Renoir might

have painted. I smiled at her, almost wistful.

It was like I'd stepped into another reality. We

were primping in the P&E barn. I wondered if

our school's founder would have been horribly

offended or extremely proud. But somehow I

knew the answer: Gillian Gallagher had killed a

man while wearing a hoop skirt. Gilly wouldn't

have minded one bit.

"Cammie, are you okay?" Liz asked me.

"Because it would be okay, you know . . . not

to be okay."

"I'm fine, Lizzie," I told her. "I swear."

Sure, Macey had told (correction: warned)

me that as maid of honor, it was my responsibility to see to the bride's every need. But, thus far,