George's POV
The day has finally come. I can't believe it's here already. I take a car to the church where Brian and the lads and their wives are already waiting.
Paul and Linda were married earlier this week, with only their parents in attendance.
I nervously fidget as we await Kara's arrival. Soon, a car pulls up in front and I see my mother step out. Jill is behind her. Paul shuts the doors so we can't see as Kara climbs out of the car after them. Jill slips through the door a moment later. When she reaches the podium she gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"Congrats." She whispers.
She stands across from me as Kara's maid of honor. Ringo is behind me as my best man. The priest waits to my right.
Jill turns and nods to the piano player who begins the tune "Here Comes The Bride". The doors open and my heart stops.
I don't even notice my mother as the one giving Kara away. The sight of Kara literally took my breath away. She's wearing my mother's dress. It's a slim fitting gown. It flows out a little at the bottom, with about a three foot long train. The dress is silk material with two-finger width straps. Kara's hair is curled and half is pinned up with a delicate veil. She holds a bouquet of white and light pink roses. I want so badly to hold her in my arms. But I have to settle for just her hands for now.
Kara's POV
When the priest finally announces George and I "Man and Wife." My heart leaps of the ground. George holds me close as he kisses me passionately. Everybody claps as we kiss. I love him so much. My heart swells knowing he's no longer just George Harrison. Now he's My Husband George Harrison. And I'm Kara Harrison. Mrs. George Harrison. I can't stop smiling. I haven't stopped smiling from the moment the church doors opened and revealed an excessively handsome George waiting for me at the end of the aisle.
We all head out to our house where a little reception is going to be. Miss Judy had spent the last two and a half days in preparation; decorations and food. Our reception is the same as any other reception with dancing, cake, champagne, and other foods - we just had an extremely private reception. George was hesitant about hiring a band for the party. One of George's younger cousins, Tommy, had come forward and offered to spin records for us - George insisted on paying him although Tommy hadn't offered because of the money he'd get.
Since the reception was the same as any other, George and I shared the first dance. We picked Love Me Tender by Elvis; one of our favorites. We didn't want an upbeat song because we wanted everyone dancing to the fast music. George twirled me to Elvis' deep, majestic voice. We were so entranced by each other, we hadn't noticed the song ending. After our song, once we realized it was over, everyone clapped and soon joined us on the dance floor.
The place erupted with loud tunes and laughter, everyone having a great time. I had always wanted to do the Father Daughter dance at my wedding, but since my father was, well... George and I just decided to skip it altogether. I was sitting at one of the tables, drinking water as I took a quick break, when George's dad walked up to me. He smiled down as he offered his hand. I took it and he led me onto the dance floor as everybody else came off it. Tommy switched the song to a slow one by Buddy Holly and George's dad and I spun to the beat of the music.
The night passes by in a blur. And before long, everyone is on their way out. Soon, it's just George and I standing there. Miss Judy has disappeared to clean up. I'm still in the dress and George is still in the suit we were wed in.
We go upstairs and make passionate love through the night. Eventually we fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
