1. Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 06 (Story/Series Final Chapter)


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    occupied by John (Trish's father) and Leslie (Lindsay's mother). Both of them were with their respective daughter at the moment somewhere in the back and out of sight, but would soon escort them down that aisle. Alice (Trish's mother) was sitting further down, and had been fighting back the tears since her other two daughters came out as bridesmaids and took their place near the main podium. When the unmistakable sound of _Only Time_ - an ethereal and awe-inspiring ballad performed by Irish Celtic musician Enya - began to serenade the cathedral, I immediately stood up and focused all of my attention toward the back. This particular piece, with its amazing mix of cellos, violins, strings and voices, was the processional song that Lindsay wanted to be played while she made her entrance. The ballad captures one's attention with a singular note that lasts 12 seconds in the very beginning and then repeats the same piano key combination several times throughout, much like a reassuring, steadfast promise. _Only Time_ was the perfect backdrop as I stood and tried to peer over and between the heads of the others in attendance, desperately wanting to catch my first glimpse of Lindsay. Where was she? I did not see her. There!... a fleeting, split-second peek. White veil, blonde hair, a... "Oh. My. GOD..." I gasped out loud, as Scarlett squealed in delight and hopped about like a bunny rabbit. I fully expected Lindsay to look absolutely stunning and marvelous in her bridal gown - ...
    after all, this was _her_ day - but I felt a very sharp, definite reaction down to my very core once I got my first full glance of her. A happy and glowing vision of pure, eternal light, Lindsay appeared to be nothing less than... an angel. Definitely not of this world. She was my angel. She was Trish's angel. She was OUR angel. Arm-in-arm with her mother, Lindsay's smile was brighter than ever before as she began to make the meticulously slow and deliberate walk down the aisle. Her bridal dress, its color a heavenly white, was a slim, tapered, curve-hugging design that followed the line of her hips and thighs, and flared out dramatically below the knees. An off-the-shoulder gown, it was complimented nicely by a long, free-flowing veil, a fluffy feather pinned to her shoulder and the bouquet of roses she was clutching in her left hand. All of those items were the same color as her lovely gown, white. Lindsay's exquisite blonde hair looked better than I had ever seen it, too. Professionally done, her hair was parted on the left and partially pinned-up in back, with several loose, curly ringlets cascading over and across her right shoulder (but not her left) in front. When _Only Time_ - the Celtic ballad that I found so incredibly moving - was nearing its end, Lindsay had finally made her way to where I was standing in the front row of the cathedral. Guided by her mother, Lindsay, who had been looking straight ahead toward the altar the entire time, flashed me a charming nod and ...
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