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STONEY CREEK
Chelsea looked out the bedroom window at the activity in the back yard. She felt elated. It was mid-July, a beautiful warm day, and today she was witnessing the wedding of her daughter and acting as matron-of-honour for her mother’s nuptials, as well. It doesn’t get much better than this. Jax had built a wooden pathway from the back deck down onto the sandy beach in front of the lake, meeting up with a wooden platform for their wedding. It was decided that they’d leave it there permanently to picnic by the lake. A knock on the door broke into her muse. “Come in.”
Elizabeth joined her daughter. They were thirty minutes away from the ceremony and stood side-by-side at the window in housecoats. Their hair and makeup were done. All that they needed to do was put on their dre
