Frannie found a white dress in the closet. Perhaps it was Laleh's or her mother's. It fit perfectly. It felt more than a town gown. So elegant. Perhaps she was over dressed.
She had to look for white shoes then. She wanted to be perfect.
Of course, when she met up with Cecil, he was dressed in black. Black T under his black leather blazer with his black skinny jeans. He was a rocker, wasn't he?
Now she felt as if she were his mother of some sort. But then it didn't matter when they got there because the pub was already packed.
"Where did all these people come from?" She couldn't even manage the stroller into the building. Cecil carried Nico. "I didn't think there were this many in the village." She searched for Rhys who was probably already drunk.
"We always come out if there's a celebration to be had, you know. Give us a free drink and we're sure to be there." He nudged her a long with his arm around her.
"Well, well, who might this be?" Suddenly, they were approached by an elder lady who looked to be a sister of the Queen by the way she dressed with her big hat and bright lipstick on her soft face fringed in silver hair.
"I've gone and found me self a family," Cecil said so seriously that it made Frannie's eyes lit. "Of course, I had to go all the way to France to do it."
"France? How could you, dear boy?"
"Auntie Charlotte, this is Frannie and Nico." Cecil just said. Frannie would have shaken her hand but his Aunt wouldn't take it.
"You know I never go by your rules," Cecil just smirked. "I don't really know them much anymore as it is." He left it at that, and they moved on to find themselves a place to sit. At least a few of the old-timers got up from a table to let them sit. Of course, Frannie was sure she'd have to stand on a table top if she wanted to see any of the nuptials take place.
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