To Murder Or To Kill The Murderer (4) DRAFT

Chapter 17

Amy's POV ~day of the wedding cos nothing interesting happened before it.~ The pic is her wedding dress and hair ~

I sit calmly and quietly while Claire does my hair. Ok scratch the calm part. I'm totally freaking out.

I sit in my beautiful wedding dress which I absolutely adore. It's sleeveless, but stretches to the floor, flowing behind me when I walk. The torso or the dress is grey with black, lace rose patterns across it and at the waist edge. The lace crosses over and leaves a trail across the snow white skirt of the dress. It's beautiful and walkable in as well. I am lucky enough, to have been allowed to where flat white slip on shoes. I hate, no, despise high heels.

My hair I can't see, but I know that it's a plaited bun style I think Claire described it as.

"There all done. Are you ready?" Claire asks. I shake my head. She chuckles.

"I know it's gonna seem weird, but you'll warm up to the idea as you walk down that aisle. Gary never told you how this will go down did he?" Claire asks. I shake my head.

"I didn't think so. I found out for that very reason. You'll walk up typically. The guy standing there will say, do you take him as your blah blah you just nod same for Gary. You have to hug him. He understands, that a hug is a lot for you. So that's what it is. A simple hug. Afterwards go back to your room and I'll help you with your hair and dress." Claire explains. "I've been appointed your personal servant under Gary's trust." I nod.

"Don't move you head. I'm pinning the veil in." She says. I sigh and sit still.

"I know this goes against everything you stand for. Dr jones is going to walk you up the aisle by the way." Claire says. I sit still as she pins the veil in.

"There we are. Beautiful." Claire says. "Up you get. You're about to walk out on to that aisle." Claire points at the red carpet. The red carpet is the aisle leading up to the doors of the White House. On either sides are about twenty chairs.

"Gary's choice. But dr jones, Vira and I will be there. Then the rest of them are Gary's employees that are trusted. Like Carrie." Claire says answering my unasked question.

"Now. Come with me. We're going out the back and around. Hurry! Everyone's arriving." She says and helps me hurry through the White House and to the back door. We quickly run out the back and around, me holding my dress.

Dr jones is already standing at the edge of the carpet. I smile at her and she returns it. I stand next to her. I link arms with her.

"You look beautiful." I mouth to her. She does. She has an emerald greed dress that reaches her ankles. It's sleeveless and looks amazing on her. For the first time ever, she has her hair down. She still has her glasses, but she wouldn't be dr jones without her glasses would she?

The music starts playing and dr jones nods at me. We start walking slowly up the aisle. My eyes connect with Gary's. I see something in his eyes that i haven't seen for years. True, happiness. True love. True, caring nature.

We finally reach the end of the aisle after what seems like twenty years. Dr jones let's go of my arm and as much as I don't want to, I let go of hers. I go up to Gary and take his hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Gary asks me. I would've said no, but him asking like that, shows that he's the old Gary. I smile and nod.

"Please be seated." A man says. I didn't even see him. All the watchers sit down.

"Now this will be a quick ceremony. But that is these two's choice. There's not even a cake! It's really just the ceremony." The man announces.

"Amy, I understand you can't speak. Just nod. Do you Amy, take Gary, here, to be your husband?" I nod.

"Right. Gary. Do you take Amy to be your wife?" He asks Gary.

"Yes. I do."

"The you may hug the Bride!"