Molly and Danny were enjoying having houseguests, but with all the activity around the opening of the office, building work and Church renovations, the reinterment and the excitement of the Vicars engagement they were pooped, and it was unlikely to get less busy before the end of June.
So when they had the house to themselves, they took the
opportunity for some well-earned sofa hogging and a spot of guiltless
canoodling.
But on Tuesday they had to knuckle down to the book which with
recent events they had got seriously behind, and it took the rest of the week
to get back on track .
On the first Saturday in June
Harold Jardine knocked on the door enquiring after
Victoria.
“I'm sorry Harold, but she’s not back yet, they’ve decided to
extend their stay in London for a few more days” Molly said
“Oh ok”
“She’ll be back in time for her birthday though” she assured
him
“Her birthday?”
“Yes, it’s her 40th on Friday”
“Oh I didn’t know that I must get her a gift, any suggestions?”
“She would
appreciate that I’m sure” Molly concurred
“She likes
truffles”
“Chocolate of
fungi?” he asked, and she laughed
“Chocolate” she
said “I can see now why she likes you”
“Thanks Molly”
After the second reading of
the banns on Sunday Arielle and Harry discussed the wedding plans, who they
would invite, the order of service, Katie would be Matron of honour
bridesmaid’s, were to be Molly Barrington, Nikki Harrison and the verger,
Rachel Hanson , Sam Archer was best man, and George Wood would give her away,
as she had no family.
Their Honeymoon was to a
short one after the wedding, because Harry had to get the business back on
track after the move, they would have a proper honeymoon the following year.
Molly was giving them the
reception and the bridal suite at the Beaumont manor as a wedding present.
That
just left them with the problem of who would officiate at ceremony.
If they had still been a
Church of England Church a locum would have been supplied but they weren’t, so
they had to make other arrangements.
So she thought of Henry
Noble, Arielle had been his curate for several years, although he was still
only 58, he left the church to look after his sick wife.
She had passed two years
earlier but hadn’t felt ready to pick up the mantel again.
But when Arielle asked him to
marry her, he really couldn’t refuse.
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