Travis took two steps toward her. Wescott released her arm, as did Jake, and then Travis reached for her hand.
As he took it, he flipped it over and opened her clenched fingers.
And into her palm he dropped a worn pink ribbon.
Travis’s eyes welled with tears as he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I’ll keep it forever and always.”
Forgoing tradition not to touch her husband until the one giving her away was approached by the pastor, Kacey threw her arms around Travis’s neck and bawled.
It was a full five minutes before she could regain her composure. And even then she knew she probably looked a mess, but she didn’t care.
Travis took the ribbon from her hand and pinned it underneath the pin Jake had given her.
“So.” The pastor grinned. “Who gives this woman to this man?”
Wescott didn’t say anything and neither did Jake. She looked behind her, and then someone touched her arm.
Grandma. She beamed at Kacey and wrapped her soft hands around Travis’s and hers. “Her parents and I.”
“And I,” Jake said from her right.
“And my wife and I,” Wescott added.
Never had Kacey felt more loved or at home. And to think, she was in the same yard she’d played in all her life. With a watery smile she hugged them all and joined Travis at the front of the gazebo.
A warm breeze picked up. Kacey looked out to the water just as the pastor motioned for the guests to be seated.
And maybe she was imagining things, but she could have sworn she saw her parents on the dock, holding hands and watching her, smiling.
Chapter Sixty-one
“Are you ready?” Jake whispered in Char’s ear.
She shook her head. How could anyone be ready? They were doing a damn fertility dance, in front of everyone! Though it didn’t truly look that way—it was more of a tango, but still. Why Grandma was forcing them to perform it was beyond her, but there they were in the middle of the dance floor, waiting for the music to start, when Grandma cleared her throat into the microphone.
“Oh no,” Char whispered. “That can’t be good. Is she going to sing during our dance?”
“Not like this can get any worse…” Jake mumbled.
“Is this thing on?” Grandma tapped the microphone, causing it to make a shrieking noise, and then laughed loudly into it. “Oh I do love technology.”
“Yeah, we know, Grandma,” Char said.
“I’m so happy to see both my grandsons married and settled down. This next dance was planned with great detail. Every move has a meaning.”
“Just kidding,” Jake said. “It got worse. She’s going to explain the mating ritual.”
“The first twirl,” Grandma explained, “means true love. The second means a happy life forever spent in the other person’s arms. Ancient belief in this dance stems back to the gypsies. They believed one dance could unite two people forever, regardless of background, race, past hurts—”
As Grandma continued talking Char’s eyes widened, as did Jake’s.
“So, my wedding gift to Char and Jake is the dance. The one they learned a few weeks ago. Surprise, and enjoy.”
The music started.
Char couldn’t move.
Grandma had planned it all along, from the dance to everything else, she was sure of it.