Chapter 22
The Wedding
White flowers adorned almost every inch of the Smith home, inside and outside. The garden was ablaze with blooms, colors burst in celebration of the event. Chairs, fancied-up with fabric and flowers, were lined in neat rows in the yard.
Pale yellow fabric shimmered against Ruby’s skin. She was on a raised platform, the ground too soft for the weight of the piano’s legs.
Guests dressed in their finest clothes for the morning’s nuptials mingled, engaging in subjects of inconsequence. Papa’s freshly trimmed face beamed at me as I eased next to him. It was a perfect day.
Rebecca’s siblings sprinkled white petals on the aisle as they slow marched to where the preacher waited. Their clothing matched the flowers, all white. It was latest fashion set by Queen Victoria.
