By the end of the summer, wedding preparations had become bogged down in the minutiae of dress fittings and money troubles.
Mama Mildred was getting worried about us, so she decided to help out by finding us a priest to officiate.
There were many interesting candidates.
Not all of them seem to have read the job requirements.
Eventually she found someone suitable.
With the encouragement of Mildred and Father Francis Xavier the wedding was back on track and soon the day was at hand. That was hardly the end of my nerves though, as can be clearly seen from this picture:
I had been building up this day in my head since I was sixteen years old, no wonder I was terrified. I calmed down though when I saw how upset poor Biwan was getting. When she told me she thought the day was supposed to be happy, I remembered that it was.
