Previously on Wings of Light:

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"Andrea, I've something to confess to you!" 

"What would be your confession, darling?"

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"O-Oh God! N-No! It's impossible! Kenneth, wake up,"

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"That's sucks anyway! I just don't want neither of ya having the same experience as mine! It's like watching either ya or our lovely cherub angel going through the same shit and following my steps into the darkness, where the escape is minimally guaranteed to save either of you. Needless to mention, what is being a prisoner of an undeserved destiny which isn't yar fault at all."

"I love how caring you're actually for me and our lovely cherub angel, but do you know what it was worse in my family's case if you ask me?"

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"What kind of outfits are you exactly looking for, Cass?"

"Something simply and fashionable."

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"What's the point of being jealous of somebody's hair that is constantly tied in buns and ponytails, honey?"

"At least, you have worn it down a couple of times!"

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--- Flashback ---

--- 13th of June, 1957 ---

A mere day. Just like every elapsing day, either carelessly or prominently pockmarked on the annual calendar. For certain scale of the general population today or another day would be truly meaningful, prominent in certain notion. The medley of mindsets would perceive today's day as ascension, nemesis, christening, resuscitation or anything else they'd genuinely, crudely address it with its true sobriquet.

With the elapsing days and weeks, the phenomenal anomaly of the seasons' cusp and bestowing the atmosphere with the wee alludes of the summer were approaching sooner than later. Furthermore, the freshly balmy climate in Vermont was vibrantly beaming at the surroundings and swaddling them warmly under Mother nature's late spring warm quilt and the nocturnal daily episodes bristling and waltizing a delightfully lukewarm early summer breeze, caressing and fondling featherly soft the surroundings and emboldening their very existence.

It's been a handful of days since the holy priest has metaphorically said goodbye to his birth land due to his passionate pursuation of his dreams in his second land, where he hasn't even being raised or at least adopting welcomingly to the foreign atmosphere. Anyway the homesickening timbre of his farewell with northern London and the commonly hideous rainy, muddy days were a plus for him to adopt or at least encounter the American's medley of atmospheres and climates especially with his choice of northern state Vermont. Miraculously the days weren't ambiguously rainy, nor headstrongly cloudy in the British compatriot's case.

Although his pure loneliness and spending a few nights in a motel with his arrival in the northern state, in order to save pearly bonus time for finding the exact property where he could store his own paraphernalia and at least having his own privately owned property somewhere in Vermont's countryside where there were rarely tremendously wealthy owners of their homes with meager neighbourhood and majorly encompassed by the phenomenally aesthetics of the nature throughout the advancing seasonal time. There were meager scale of days for the devotional members of the church who would get back at their homes instead of joining the mass or refilling their hectic daily schedules with visiting remarkable sites and their presence was compulsory at any cost.

Although vague, bleak nostalgia grained his facial attributes and clouding his hurricane of thoughts, Timothy was eagerly looking forward of his new home land and optimistically anticipating for the changes in his life which may be efficiently imposed whether within a couple of weeks or otherwise years whenever the worthful patience plays its own cards right.

After retrieving his own luggage and keeping in touch with the property agency via an occasional newspaper offer which urgently drew his attention in no time for purchasing a two-story mansion with Victorian style exquisitely polished iron gates and grandiose extensive yard with rich choice of flowerbeds adorning which it's being built and persistently adorned for a few years and it has never been owned by any single soul, his impending destination was to his coveted property to own for the rest of his days.

Fortunately, a morning mass wasn't refilling Timothy's daily schedule as his productivity was fiercely erupting to render and craft wonders, mastering them in not only contacting the real estate's manager and being taken on a tour inside his new property shortly before granting him the necessary amount of money for the two-story mansion, but also find his own church, regardless how many months even years he's going to devot to the same church until his decisions urge him to emigrate somewhere else and altering his location.

The arranged appointment with the real estate manager was promisingly marked for eight and a half o'clock in the morning.

As soon as the holy man was driven to his dream destination after manifesting to the taxi driver, subsequently his dream destination to his home hunting site was fulfilled within a half an hour, factly, he woke up with an hour earlier before fleeing the motel to have healthy and refreshing breakfast along with taking a quick, steamy shower to boldly refresh him and prepare his luggage which was sufficiently heavy, arduous for carrying it in the same time altogether.

"Here you are, Mr. Howard!" The property agent's amiable, eloquent timbre of her Vermont lilt strongly accentuated her utterance, a peppermintly affable, vaguely prim smile perkily transfused across her conservatively mauve painted lips whilst turning to face Timothy who just paid the taxi driver for his dream destination's journey and subsequently fleeing the vehicle to fulfill partly his daily schedule for today.

The property agent was approximately in her late forties with amusingly healthily chubby stocky body structure for her age and height 5'3 only, constructing her feminine anatomy. A shoulder length halo ringlet of perfectly glossy, happy midnight black strands framed her oval, full profile with light-heavy make-up, weighted on her smokey silver eyeshadows powdering her brittle eyelids and medium red lipstick, painting exquisitely her naturally heart-shaped, chapped lips and bulging their contour to glint bigger into the general population's eyes until the lipstick isn't smeared off eventually. Her professionally smart, neat suit was femininely spruce blue chiffon with ruched sleeves blazer, paired with a white sleeveless top with sweetheart neckline, partly exposing the lusciously silken unnaturally pale tone of her skin tone and her moonstone necklace, embroidering her neck with its tiny pendant tickling her delicate expanse. Her pools of abysmally abstract forest green pebbled her face along with her delicate button nose and naturally medium-sized, grotesquely expressive eyebrows. Moreover, her outfit was paired with midnight black pair of slacks, obscuring the vista of her surprisingly stocky, swan-curved legs and her petite feet shoed in classy charcoal black shiny stilettos. Last but not least, her name was Valeria Darkwood.

"Good morning, Mrs. Darkwood!" When they maintained an adequate proximity, measured approximately a handful of inches distancing their both figures thinly, thus the younger man managed to yank gentlemanly the offered hand for a formally polite handshake, stilling his pools of profoundly meaningful chocolate brown on her uncommonly attractive even though indifferent heavy wrinkles indicating her authentic charm. The bright mid-June, scintillating sun vibrantly happy illuminated with golden saturation their porcelain fleshes and medley of chestnut and midnight black strands, generously stroked by the dispersed sun rays."Right on time!"

"Correct, Mr. Howard! You're fashionably on time." Shortly after interrupting the handshake, subsequently Valeria retrieved the master key for the padlock and unlocking it in a swift motion until clicking snapped opened at last. Within a single motion of spreading the Victorian style exquisitely lacquered gate wing, the middle-aged lady stepped aside, offering sufficiently enormous, convenient space to the customer to step inside the unpurchased yet two-story house with its opulent choice of flowerbeds, adorning the expansive yard and longing for a promising owner to own every outskirt and angle of the unowned house. "Let's get back to the tour to take you around this property you wished to see if it's parallel to your preference!" When the duo's presences established in the very beginning of the mansion's territory, throughout the devotional clergyman escorted meekly the older lady with his comforting, knowledgable presence, ghosting her back.

In the meanwhile, the pairing retired to every outskirt of the yard as Valeria was taking on a promisingly welcoming, fiercely enthusiastic tour her recent client to plummet down his doubts and attempt persuade him subtly to purchase the property if he liked it.

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--- End of Flashback ---

--- A Half an Hour Later or So ---

Within a half an hour later or so when the both vehicles were pulled to the nearby church where the rest of the private wedding guests were invitingly, prominently invited, the time was elapsing clumsily sluggish at snail's pace.

The early spring's featherly soft, beaming zephyr permeated widely and stormily slapping with its vehemently gentle caresses the unruly stray strands of Frank's flossily hoary and Anna's youthfully silky's hairs, choiring strong-willedly with the revered woman of the cloth's smartly, neatly tied in high bun sparse mop of hoary locks, framing her round, full profile with naturally heavy wrinkles embellishing remarkably her lower eyelids, nose and jaw.

An additional glimpse to the trio's formal outfits was prominently indicated in Mother Claudia's conservatively cheerful cotton floral lily-white dress with its hem flaring across her swan curved calves, pairing with a neat jet-black chiffon blazer and conveniently cozy jet-black Mary Jane, shoing her promisingly secured feet. A classy, simple silver bracelet fastened her brittle wrist, matching ideally with the wedlock ceremony's outfit even though the senior woman of the cloth seldom was dolled up fashionably for her age and it was awe-inspiring beholding the abstractly radiant, wonderful side of Mother Claudia's light side.

Unlike the conservatively dolled up Claudia, Timothy's younger sibling, Anna's recent toges hugging her dumbfoundingly insatiable, eye-catching swan lean curves structuring her body's anatomy were a navy blue pencil skirt with embroidered rose on the top of the toge, twinning with a sheerly oyster-white, unblemished chiffon shirt with decorative rose petals ornating the flimsy fabric and a neutrally breathtaking beige cardigan hypodermically decorating her torso. Furthermore, the psychologist's classy white pumps were additionally adding an extra handful of inches to her real estimated height as combination of sapphire jewels like necklace and ring were embellishing her petite-frame. Notwithstanding her commonly encountered elegant costumes, today her long mop of perkily silky chestnut tresses framed her round, full profile was worn down to enchance artistically her magnificently undeniable beauty, inherited genetically and through her sufficient efforts of self-care.

The sole gentleman, accompanying the feminine duo was donned up in an ocean blue suit with an intelligently worn ocean blue tie, gracefully matching with his blazer, purely lily-white shirt and pair of trousers, besides his black Oxford.

"Hot damn, it's already eight and a half o'clock in the morning!" After snapping his big, round lapis lazuli jewels on his wrist watch to check the recent time's indication as a pensive purse zipped the revered woman of the cloth's conservatively mauve painted lips, expressively manipulating a perky quirk of an eyebrow perplexedly due to the former police officer's complaint and searing cuss, scorching eagerly his tongue. "Where those lovey-doveys are with the others?"

"Shh, shh, shh, Frank, watch your mouth!" All of a sudden, the younger lady draped a satinly protective, comforting arm around the former police officer's upper back, ushering him to absorb in a friendly spaced embrace, soothingly granting him myriad of consolation over the others' absence and sternity puncturing her caution, whereas the surprising nonchalance of Mother Claudia dumbfounded the younger duo's immunity to losing her nerves and ruining her high-spirited humor just before encountering the rest of the freshly invited wedding guests in the company of the couple. "There's a nun over there." Although it's been less than an hour since Anna met for very first time the exalted sister of the church and the security guard, she quickly became quite fond of them due to the fact they're kindheartedly close to the couple.

"M-Mother Claudia," Hitching his breathing, the middle-aged man shot a certainly quick, studious glance at the senior lady, lowly humming under his breath melodiously, silver-tonguedly to make sure the Mother Superior wasn't catching a glimpse of their conversation or most of all, the outstanding segment, illustrated with the expletives, painting and building the bricks of their utterances. "Ah, she isn't problematic at all since I know her for a certain amount of time but not as much as Judy does or yar brother Tim."

"Yeah! My brother but you've to admit he wasn't the best priest and it wasn't the best decision he's ever made in his own life."

"Correct, Anna! Just biting the dust in the diocese wasn't under any circumstances." In the interval, the widower fixed his blazer's lapels gentlemanly, the deftiness of his fingers working on the pleasant graze of the fabric beneath his digits. "I wonder what kind of a sane person would join the church just like that though he told me once why he became a freaking priest."

"Well, that was also the time when God called him," The psychologist's heavy sigh flushed her tiny, flexible nostrils and the refreshing oxygen exceedingly delightful coursed at her lungs, bobbing meekly her head in solemn agreement, reaffirming the widower's utterance whilst fixating her pools of intensely rich azure on his handsome face. "Urgently!" A lisp rolled out of her tongue after begrudgingly spontaneously grinding inside her oral caverns.

"So that's pretty interesting!" Suddenly, the younger pairing turned to face Claudia, clamping between their front ivory teeth the raw spot of their lower plumpish lip to nip delicately, refinedly. The senior member of the church managed to double the smacked slaps across her floral dress's hem, in order to dust off any absent-mindedly pelted dust for dumping it motionless a few minutes at least. "Mother Superior!" When Frank's azure blue minerals speared pierceingly, intensifying its sharpness of his stare landed on the older woman's heavy wrinkled facial attributes, open-mouthed his emphasis ventilated his oral caverns momentarily. The emphasis presentably shouted Claudia's attention at the pace of flipping book's page after being perpetually read in the corner of the starkly inquisitive, childlike hungry for knowledge eye. "I'm not pressuring ya to tell us what urged ya to join the church or at least deprive yourself from the free life." Stilling the elegantly coy smile painting brightly the corners of his mouth, twisted in the giant, joyous slit bleeding bewitching charm and merriness, the brightness of its giant slit illuminated extraordinarily the curtain of bleak shadows, blanketing coldly, unwelcomingly his facial attributes. Further, the security guard's sheer inquisitiveness to discover Claudia's real motives for joining the church and the symptoms of forsakening the free life and its potential lifestyle of the unholiness, deemed by the servants of God, was fiercely arousing internet also in the psychologist's case. "But what made ya to give up the free life?"

"Well, I was pretty younger when everything started, my child!" As soon as the older lady caught glimpse of the younger pairing's attentions in no time, subsequently a reassuringly soft, coy smile gingerly adapted to the corners of her conservatively mauve painted lips, curving when every syllable and vowel manifested per a word. The mild late spring zephyr gingerly, delicately danced and permeated its contagious radiance everywhere. "It was in the beginning of my forties when I lost my mother as she died in her own sleep. She was regularly smoking and spending the last yearsof her life after retirement in smoking, gardening, cooking and baking. She was at home all day and she was living in my home after a group of vulgar adolescents wanted to prank her with setting on fire her old house." The persistent clashes of syllables and vowels formulated the appropriate words which utterly formed utterances and the distress, incredulously sketched Mother Claudia's parchment complexion, whereas maintaining an appropriate eye contact with the both younger adults, opting to not show wee hints of disquietness on one of the brightest days ever in her life in front of any single soul. Her former protégé's wedding with the former aspiring Monsignor and opening freshly a new chapter in their lives after headstrongly clashing with the toxicity of their almost irreparable relationship unless the great deal of efforts were outworn and their hard work to repair everything that was imperfect or on the contrary way too perfect to be realistic. Moreover, even though it's been a long time since the beldam is persistently pervesering her mother's death Dorothy, she didn't have any intentions of lowering the spirits of every single wedlock's guest with her personal stories which were far cry from beatific in certain cases. It could cost her a pair of beamingly authentic smiles to twist into grotesquely frustrated frowns, flattening their lips.

"My goodness!" Suddenly the British compatriot and the former police officer pawed featherly soft, immediately their chests, stining widened their minerals in unavoidable panic, whilst being all ears eagerly for the Mother Superior's commencement of her hallowed saga and its prominent prologue, introducing her very self as her own protagonist with different masks in every segment of her one of a kind life and dynamic roller coaster. "We're very sorry for your mother loss, Mother Superior!" In spite of it's been a half an hour since the first encounter with the exalted nun and the former police officer, strangely, the British compatriot was sticking yet politely addressing formally the beldame with her ecclesiastical title.

"You don't have to be quite formal, my child! Just call me Claudia since you're the former Monsignor's sister." Then the brunette maneuvered her head in dignified nod, reaffirming Claudia's caution momentarily and agreeing to address her informally, despite their unspeakably big age gap. Stilling the manipulation of her flexed jaw to steady the radiant slit, bashfully spread across her lips, Anna jointed her lungs with a featherly soft, dainty sigh, followed by a gutturally healthy chuckle. "Don't be so shy, Anna! I'm not your high school professor or your manager." Even though Anna was switching the roles of formality and informality with her clients who were struggling essentially mentally, anyway due to her undeniably austere discipline with addressing officially the older generation and strangers the brunette was genuinely finding unavoidably embarrassing preaching a member of the church or anybody who was playing much higher role even proudly golden raising in the higher tiers of the general population. Pinkness gamely, greedily tickled her facial skin, tinging it and blush unbelievably heating and irregulating the body temperature."I've known your brother, Frank and you sister-in-law for a long time enough just to be fine with calling me Claudia, not as if I'm a nun to you."

"B-But I feel fashionably uncomfortable when Claudia is lying on my tongue to call you as if I'm a very close or acquaintance of yours."

"Just you've to step outside your comfort zone, my child!" At the moment, when the senior woman of the cloth boldly approached the duo and managing to moderate the proximity she shared with Frank and Anna in a handful of inches solely, subsequently the humdrum car engines' ballad of buzzs drew the trio's attentions immediately and spearing with their piercing gazes the cabs of the rest of the wedlock's horde pitching the eloquent morning birdsongs in the background with its great blend of medley of early morning's silver-tongued, wondrous birdsongs, the faintly playful spring breeze, the inward breathing of the trio and the car engines' buzzing soundtrack. Meanwhile, Claudia ushered her petite, marbled hand to paw faintly, softly the brunette's dainty, feminely shoulder soothingly, whereas still transfixing their stares, darkened with childish curiosity curtaining their indiscernible midnight black pupils which widened haphazardly due to the ecstaticly pleasurable vista of the wedlock guests' horde arrival even if they're slightly delaying with almost a few minutes only. "Here are them!"

"It screams they're ready." As soon as the soundtrack of arduous car engines' droning ceased in the background with the freshly parked cabs on the free parking lots, consequently Andrea in the company of her daughter, grandchildren and David hopped out of the firstly immobile vehicle and anticipating patiently for Jude, Timothy, Roman and Madeleine. "It's a pleasure seeing Andrea dressed like Queen Bee on my ex-boss's wedding." Nudging mischievously childish, perkily the younger woman's elbow, the hoarseness in the widower's boyish, enigmatic giggle didn't fade away and the extra presences of the horde of adults and a handful of youngsters escorting them as comforting presences to escalate the high spirits.

"Look at my handsome brother, Frank! You've to be green with envy." Even when the quickness of the psychologist's adaption towards the former policeman's ambience and his goofy punchline of the jokes, a perkily sunny grin nicked the corners of her mouth, bleeding of sheerly, pretty natural euphoria of beholding her brother years later, despite the phone calls they've shared a few times with the great deal of opportunity to listen to their voices' symphony wasn't promisingly compensating the years of real absence at all. The absence of presences, consolingly warm escort the siblings, nevertheless, the spectrals or at least the depicted vistas of their presences comfortingly accompanying them like spectrals was homesickening not only the psychologist, but also the former holy priest.

"Nah! I'm not some kind of a pansy but he's pretty good-looking for his damn age and my deceased brother from the war was flawlessly attractive." Once the security guard's voice decibels daintily plummeted down and peaked to a stealthy mumble, caressing gentlemanly the younger lady's ear with his cinnamon and coffee's stained breath, meantime, Madeleine scooping Edward Ralph in her step-maternally secure, alabaster arms, warmly and firmly swaddling him whilst rocking him in the company of the almost married couple as the former priest opened the doors for the both ladies and steading his colossal, protective hand clawing his lover's partly gloved smaller, milky. "Look at them! They're just heavenly perfection."

When they fled the former pious members of the church's two-story mansion to accurately arriving in the local nearby church without an ado, in the last minute before fleeing the almost married pairing hired a maid to clean and dust even the most profound outskirts of the mansion, besides taking a propitious care of the three-month-old kitten until they get back at home lastly and pay the requited quantity of money to the maid for her toilsome hardwork to get rid off the apocalyptic dust and mess's remnants, submerging every room's floor and furnitures doubtlessly, almost succumbing in despondent grubbiness that adorned and painted the domestic atmosphere inside the two-story house.

Furthermore, the former prostitute's official outfit for the wedding comprised an elegant honey yellow cotton blazer, gracefully coupled with a classy pencil honey yellow with its hem flaring slightly above her round, lovely shaped knees, white chiffon sleeveless shirt, fully buttoned and obscuring in mantle form even wee hints of her lusciously eye-catching cleavage's territory with its unblemishedly glossy fair skin tone extravagantly highlighting her formal outfit. What it was additionally added to Andrea's breathtaking physique was classy pitch-black pumps gracefully shoing her petite, flimsy feet along with starkly black, extravagantly thin stockings with honey yellow garnets ornating them as its fabric guarded her leanly long, amorous legs up to her hips from the mild, bearably chilliness of the early spring. Last but not least, collection of topaz droplet earrings pronged her dainty, frail earlobes along with a silver bracelet, ornated with sea of topaz gems to the design beautifully.

"Hey, little playful chaffeurs!" The stark sarcasm in David's utterance, dripping from his chapped, glossy lips which were broadly permated into a delightful, amorous smile slapped metaphorically mischievous Jack and Kathy's petite, sensitive ears, whereas they're mildly oblivious to their father's utterance as they dashed stubbornly to the foreign strangers for them, spreading widely their childishly pudgy, satin arms into the thin air and gamely flapping them like freely flying birds' wings, mastering their flying skills in the sky. "Better be careful to not bump into something!"

"Look at those little birds in chauffeur suits!" Mirthfully chirping the exclaimation wasn't clearly regrettable for the single father at all whilst the horde of adults with the youngsters were marching towards Frank, Anna and Mother Claudia and the naked medley of elegance, casuality and agitation weren't objecting their excitement even in their gaits. "Be careful, little birds! Holy! What strong kiddos when they're both together!"

"Paulo avises, Frank!" The haphazardness of the revered nun's correction in Latin with begrudging lisp in her northern lilt rolled out of the tongue, whereas the young schoolers scooped into tight and dotingly warm hug Andrea's grandchildren. Even though the weightless pudgy arms of the infants were snaked around Frank's frail skeleton, swarm of blissful, confident giggles sailed out of the other wedding participants' mouths, whereas the six-month-old baby's huge, round caramel brown gemstones landed on the older children, inserting a chubby, weely swan thumb into his sticky mouth, sponging with its wet oral caverns and his healthily strawberry-coloured tongue its dry flesh, wrenching widened in awe how older and bigger Jack and Kathy appeared to be even though he still enjoyed to be warmly, faithfully be swaddled into the adults' silken arms and pearly treasuring the future one of a kind individual's weightless body being secured at any cost.

"D-Does that mean,"

"Little birds in Latin." In the meantime, the Mother Superior curtly cut off the psychologist, shifting her attention immediately to her with a demurely intelligent, agreeably adapting smile tugging at the corners of her conservatively painted mauve lips, faintly dilligent bobbing her head.

"Hi everybody!' The suddenness of mirth puncturing the Michiganian's buoyant timbre dancing smoothly, honeyedly her presentable greeting to the trio, rocking and swaying gingerly her friend's baby boy, whereas a girlishly merry grin embellished her porcelain, freshly youthful complexion, glimmering brightly under the radiant sun's saturation and gorgeously painting with its golden saturating mantle and obscuring the natural pictures of the shadows. "We've to excuse us if we're slightly late but we hired a housekeeper to clean after Judy and Timothy's stuff during their absence. Let's not mention about the cat."

"It's true! But kids, be careful to not being responsible for anybody's deformed bone." Cassandra's tongue crafted a great blend of nonchalance and mild sternness in her caution to her biological creations, a strong, muscly arm snaked around her middle as her husband's emanation.

"We won't, Mommy! We promise."

"Anna, my goodness!" When the horde was separating into small duos, at the moment, the former pious clergyman spread broadly his cheerful, strong arms into the air while maintaining a scarce distance with his younger sibling and his pools of abysmally stunning chocolate brown fixated on her in awe, admiring her ethereal beauty platonically, politely. The British pairing's hearts raced and leaped heavenly after solely hearing their own voices' echoes through earpieces for years or at least a couple of times after Timothy's emigration to another country. The extravagantly small scale of space the siblings shared was platonically intimate and linking their both frail skeletons in a kindheartedly heartwarming, doting embrace which they haven't swapped for years. How long it has been when Anna and Timothy have even beheld one another in such light? How long it has been when Anna and Timothy drowned themselves into their platonical tenderness as a brother and a sister and sharing certain personality traits in common that certainly intesifyed their potent bond? Even the years of absence somehow vaguely affected their physique's changes such as facial expressions and the inexorably common wrinkles, heavily adorning their facial features like Christmas ornaments on its extraordinarily monumental Christmas tree with its prominently sparkling star on the top of the tree. It's perfectly normal for a visible change even if it's the mildest amidst the both siblings even if it's vaguely visible in the corner of their eye. "Why didn't you tell me you're coming to see me and everybody else from my inner circle?" During the kindheartedly timeless embrace which the English mating were tenderly, sweetly molting into effortlessly, the former pious sister of the church's uneasiness to be introduced to her lover's younger sister was inevitably obvious, fidgeting her quivering partly gloved hands whilst bobbing her head to greet politely the other wedlock guests with a sheepishly impressive, bewitching grin, curving her lips into a soft O fastening her oyster-white enamels altogether and synchronizing a beaming grin.

Although the middle-aged blonde's concerns what she may struck initially or at least what kind of a first impression she'd manifest in front of anybody from Timothy's family, her optimistically heartwarming inner voices' attempts to mute her fatalistically hideous concerns were ongoing nonetheless.

"Well, Tim, I cannot leak even the little secrets of mine unless they're manifested into a surprise." In the meantime, the psychologist's chin gently perched on top of her older brother's broad, comfortably muscly shoulder and her face buried into the crook of his arm, blinking in megawatt dull choir her partly curtained eyelids, manipulating its linger of smugly megawatt smirk, slitting across her magnificently cherub lips. Notwithstanding the circumstances, the psychologist wasn't very fond of leaking even the pettiest secret she's solemnly vowed to camouflage it enigmatically unless the special moment's arrival, in order to register its surprise and its camouflaging mask disarm its mysteriousness nonetheless.

"I know, you little secret keeper! No wonder I remember when dad was mad over John for the car damages, therefore we had a revenge on him with the magenta paint from the basement and we lied to dad one of the neighbours did it."

"Oh yeah! Exactly! Dad was far cry at peace for days until he realized it was both of us and made you working extra hours on my homework instead of reading that bigoted Bible and," The suddenness of limping stutters sailed out of the brunette's mouth as the both siblings broke off the hug that endured for a timeless minute to take their time to admire one another's enchanting facial features and the swarm of silhouettes, mirroring vertically their bodies with double their real heights were a medley of humanoid, different deadly sins' demon representatives and a handful of hallowedly angelic, ghosting with their comfortingly friendly presences the group. "And he wasn't in condition to be the lovey-dovey dad we had like when we were younger like in the kindergarden!"

"Our father is a mess, Anna! Let's not talk about this distressing topic today and focus on the heavenly side of our day," As soon as Timothy and Anna shifted their attentions to the former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer and locking up their intesfiyingly inviting gazes with hers, the former ambitious Monsignor's attempts to dodge any alludes of his father's raised topic wasn't a piece of cake for him at all, due to the fact, he didn't covet his wedding day especially his legimitately sacred day of bonding his rare bird and spending the rest of their day outdoors with the other wedlock guests in dances, eating, drinking, being photographed either with goofy or elegantly sparkling facial expressions embroidering their faces was pearly treasured to be amidst the best days of their lives. Notwithstanding the certain quantity of triggering topics, grinding on anybody's tongue tip to be sloppily glithering and register their lukewarm interest to share their own word altogether in tandem, the British aristocrat wanted today to evade any discords even frostily pessimistic and despondent discussions with anybody, regardless if it's Madeleine, Jude, his younger sibling or anybody else from their very unique inner circle's formulation. "And Anna and Judy, my rare bird," The velvety, serene timbre spotlighting outstandingly the British aristocrat's pauses, whereas the blonde greedily moistened after ushering her berry-coloured, wet tongue to twirl and sponge lightly, idly her upper and lower lip, in order to not smear her bright red lipstick. "That's my sister, Anna!" Snaking a securely muscly, potent arm around the former woman of the cloth's middle to draw her comfortably slightly closer to their space they shared altogether and yanking her clawed hand to press a peck on top of her fragile highlands of knuckles, whereas the blonde's tongue elaborated a gutturally healthy, wonderful eloquence in her husky chuckle and tossing her honey brown gems to the brunette. "And Anna, that's Judy!"

"It's a pleasure meeting ya, Anna! I'm Judy!"

"It's enormous pleasure to meet you on time, Jude! It's just Anna, Timothy's sister!" Within the officially presentable introduction of the both women and jointing their grapples with an amicable handshake and maintaining an adequate eye contact, their broad slits of glee wore thousand patterns of unspeakable merriness.

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--- A Half an Hour Later or So ---

Within a half an hour's swiftness in its unnatural pace, the wedlock guests' seated on the exquisitely polished pews inside the local nearby Vermont church and awaiting Father Kellan Teagan's arrival inside the church's interiot after uneasily declaiming repeatedly the canticles for a marriage in his dorm room.

In the interim, the former members of the church were exquisitely posing on the altar and spearing with their beamingly vibrant gawks the matrimony's guests, divided into groups.

The wall clock's unnerved, bashful tick clicked with its pitch bonus to the background, joining the further background noises like chatters, resiliently silent breathings reckoned as inhales and exhales and the daylight silver-tonguedly elating birdsongs, summoning its composed soundtrack that numbed the lethally supernatural doldrum waltzing circa the church.

"Why it takes a bit longer to that priest to declare our marriage?" Even though the Bostonian's patience was ebbing out and its tissues blanching and losing its true elasticity and flossiness, baring balefully her ivory, still firm teeth whilst stifling tremendously frustrated grunts to declaim her disappointment and lacking patience to fulfil the ultimate marriage at last.

"Shh, shh, shh, Jude," Meanwhile, the younger man's abruptness in his draped arm around her middle pulled her cozily in a soothingly optimistic, ebullient embrace to secure her petite-frame and diminishing the chances of her freshly brewed and cooked inside anger to revamp her humor lightly startled the older woman, faintly dropping in duck her head for a split second as her breathing hitched and a shy heavy sigh fastened her lungs in no time. "Everything is going to be okay! Do not lose faith in your patience!" The stark wisdom, cusping with realism and optimism punctured the sharpness of Timothy's seriousness in his encouraging caution, managing to pepper her well-sculptured, chubby cheeks with creamy, satin kisses into which she molted to bones.

Despondent unnerveness in the incessantly ticking wall clock of the holy God's house indicated slowly but surely the elapsing time and the genuinely discouraging sentiment of Father Kellan's disappearance was incarnating the altruistically tremendous patience of the wedding guests and couple as if hours have elapsed, despite their surreptitiously plotted abstinence to not ruin their days into discords with the man of the cloth.

"I'm thinking that Father Kellan is angrily wanking himself in the dorm, fantasizing about another priests in swimming pool suits." All of a sudden, the middle-aged gentleman's punchline of the joke with unholy irony hitched his huskiness in his northern lilt, flicking up his huge, round ocean blue cabochons at his friends with quick, promising glimpses to attract their attentions urgently, in order to steady their childlike exulation, veiling their faces.

"No, no! How about the nuns too? And the holy water, Frank?" At the moment, the Michiganian was cozily seating alongside her older brother Roman and the single father, maneuvering a kind, amicable slap on his broad, muscly shoulder, stilling her mischievously villainous grin, decorating her freshly young-looking, dainty facial attributes. The entire church burst out into an uncontrollably vehement laughter, muting the eloquent birdsongs and the peaceful church's atmosphere.

"Don't worry about them! The holy water is actually the water in the swimming pool, while the nuns are the ones who pleasure them as they're sunbathing like frogs!" When Roman's interference emphatically aided the middle-aged gentleman to formulate the exact punchline of the joke until ocean of childish, buoyant laughters composed a ballad of euphoria.

"So if they sin, therefore the holy water swimming pool will be their punishment and burn them to bones if they swim into it as God grants them what they truly deserve?"

"Great logic, Andrea!" Meantime, Frank bleated a blatant gasp, shooting a deftly swift glance at the former prostitute, registering a gamely wink at her whilst clamping between his front, still firm teeth his lower plump, chapped lip to nibble deliciously.

As soon as the dark-haired clergyman fled his dorm room and awkwardly confronting the cluster of impulsively healthy, sanguine guffaws assaulting along with the scintillating early spring sun's celestially golden sun rays showering the hallowed building's interior and stunningly cloaking in pure saturation their outstanding, one of a kind individual facial attributes and exposed fleshes, rubicund blush generously, altruistically powdered his chubby, well-defined cheeks and sweltering heat plaguing his natural facial skin tone, leaking his naked embarrassment due to the unhallowed utterances which were swapping together certain wedlock guests. Additionally, what the Vermontian clergyman's symptom of his heart skipped beat was the punchline of the joke that was gravely, crudely crossing its borderlines. An eerie flat line flattened upon his naturally baby-pinkish, plump lips, hazing every hue of mirth and sorrow. Although his diligent, docile devotion to the church for a half a decade, it didn't compensate his sacred morals and vows were standing before anything. His virginally potent, meaty fingers motionlessly supported the Holy Bible's weight, hooked around its rigidly leather covers, grazing beneath his delicate digits and his masculinely pristine footsteps ghosting the altar until he approached directly the couple, standing beside them orthodoxly.

Miraculously the cluster of guffaws vanished in the thin air of the sacred façade's interior and every single soul's gaze escorted categorically Father Kellan Teagan's motioning figure until their twains of irises peaked to the trio. Certain wedlock guests' hands were stubbornly equipped with enticingly majestic bouquet of variety of alluring, delighting flowers like tulips, roses, marigolds, gardenias, lavenders and many others, bonusly polluting the stiff, commonly bland church's scent that was wafting across the vulnerably sensitive nostrils of every visitor.

Seconds before the commencement of hallowed anthem's chanting, clearing gruffily with a reluctant cough cleansing his throat was a good, wonderfully promising start for the youger gentleman, flipping through the sacred book's pages until his lapis lazuli gems pierced through the meaningfully essential sheets of paper with its glimmering jet-black ink past his vision, contrasting with the vague light yellow pigments of the blanks.

"For the beauty of the earth, For the beauty of the skies, For the love which from our birth! Over and around us lies, Christ our God, to thee we raise! This our sacrifice of praise." When the resilient doldrum suffocated the background, subsequently it was high time for Father Kellan's silver-tongued, clearness in his holy wedlock canticle's vocalization exceedingly, accenting its lyrics fluently without an ado and without any wee hints of stammers, puncturing his unpreparedness after spreading widely the Holy Bible's pages on one of the wedlock's holy anthems. "For the beauty of each hour! Of the day and of the night, Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun and moon, and stars of light: For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight," A pause snapped in the middle of the priest's canticle, whereas the British compatriot and his girlfriend exchanged even engulfed one another into their desirably lewd, pleasant ogles, bestowing them with unconditional reassuringness and serenity to chill their nerves even if their patience murderously petered off and smacking them with a furious adrenaline, pulsating into their figures and eagerly looking forward for the apogee of the angelic anthem, jingling calm caresses into their eardrums like the crickets' nocturnal ode, immersing the atmosphere warmly, conveniently.

"I've the strong feeling this priest chants this while wanking," During the series of whimpered blatant gasps and lisps of the holy chant, the widower's voice decibels transmuted his utterance into a murmur, transporting to his nearby listeners, scarcely oppressing its raspiness in his charming, hysterically quiet snicker.

"Frank, watch your mouth!" Even though the juvenile flowerstore saleswoman was a keen fan of her friend's goofy character, nevertheless, the haphazardness in her nubile graveness, spotlighting her austere caution unlike the rest of the wedding guests whose utter attention was shifted to the trio, posing onto the altar exquisitely graceful, brightly. The violently austere rap, nudging the middle-aged gentleman's elbow taunted his instincts to encounter the fierce, baleful glare of Madeleine, a forefinger grazing her peach pink, cherub lips meaningfully to lull him. "The priest is nearby."

"For the mystic harmony! Linking sense to sound and sight: For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child, Friends on earth, and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild," In the interval, the blonde's flexible, tiny nostrils weakly spurted invisible refreshing oxygen at the top of her flimsy lungs, eagerly looking forward for the holy man's apogee of its angelic song, dropping in bob her head whilst the British compatriot's meaty, protective fingers reached for her chin and gentlemanly, creamily grappling it, in order to tilt her head and throughout penetrate each other's ogles, whispering sweet nothings to her, the pad of his thumb kneading gingerly her dainty chin. "For each perfect gift of thine to our race so freely given, Graces human and divine, Flowers of earth and buds of heaven: For thy church that evermore lifteth holy hands above," Her spidery palish, partly gloved fingers cradled with its chaining his broad, muscular shoulders lovingly grasped his costume's fabric, inspecting studiously in a categorical scrutiny his fascinatingly youthful complexion, admiring his ethereally indisputable grace, thickly, marvelously dripping from his mannerism and physique.

"Everything is going to be fine, rare bird! The priest will stop chant quite soon, I assure you!"

"I know." Managing a meek, humble nod in strong agreement, her heart leaped, factly, crucially because of the romantic ambience's intension and the further surroundings' influence over their hallowed wedding, manipulating his both arms to snake ominously circa her slim, silken waist even though they opted to evade any kind of an eye contact or at least glimpse with the member of the church and glancing a couple of times quickly, reassuringly optimistic at their inner circle's horde. "But those holy songs are bringing me a pure earache."

"Offering up on every shore! This pure sacrifice of love," When the Holy Bible's snapped shut and the once widely, freely spread yellowish pages brassly taunted Father Kellan's ultimate focus, thus his focus was aimed to the pairing and grasping firmly the shut covers of the sacred book of God and the believers, flashing a soothingly marvelous, welcoming grin at Jude and Timothy. "Do you take Mr. Howard as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Mr. Howard, will you take Ms. Martin here present, for your lawful wedded wife according to the rite of our Holy Mother, the Catholic church?"

"Yes, I'll!"

"You may now kiss the bride!" Once the officially declared marriage of the former devotional members of the church was a solemn fact, subsequently the church's audience, seating motionlessly on the lacquered pews composed a soundtrack of triumphiant applauds, ghosting the background and croaking breathily at the top of their lungs their formal wedlock, whilst the former licentious nightclub singer's lustfully Ravish Me Red lips pursued for her husband's naturally nude pink, plumpish lips' trap to settle conveniently into them with its hardeningly steamy kiss, suffocating the elasticity of the stretched horizontal line of their proximity and molting into their swelteringly steamy absorb warmness, flaming like ignited coals their scrumptious passion, desire, unconditional love and lust. Snapping shut their eyelids, while melting wholeheartedly into the kiss that was calculated as their very first after opening freshly, open-mindedly the new chapter of their book's lives as couple. The wedlock's very first kiss.

"I love you very much to death, Timothy Howard!"

"I love you way more than anything, my rare bird, Judy Martin Howard!" Nuzzling their button noses in tenderly dynamic synchronizing tandem molted them into an affectionately feather Eskimo kiss they're camouflaged in unison.

"Look, little cinnamon bee! Your Daddy and Mommy are already married as you've always whined." In the meantime, the juvenile blonde poised on her lap the little boy and stroking mellowly, jubilantly his pudgy, tiny hands, whereas her button, dainty nose stunningly nuzzled his forehead and thereafter snapping a peck on top of his head and whimpering series of jubilantly hysterical cooes and babbles, menancingly baring their teeth as if they were on cloud nine. "We won, honey!"

"Mama! Dada!"

Author's Note: Do not kill me for cutting slightly shorter the chapter, nevertheless, I'm planning sometimes to cut the chapters up to either 20-30 minutes or otherwise 40 minutes for reading maximun though in the impending chapters also the essential villains will earn their prestigious opportunity to polish their character development with richer, presentable nuances. 

What are your thoughts on the wedding even though it was slightly sloppy written the scene? Moreover, what are your predictions on Jude and Timothy's impending honeymoon in Tennesse in the future chapters? Will they clash with any rival or a horrendous ordeal, parallel to the horrors they've been through in the past months and years? 

Last but not least, that's a special present chapter for jlangster_ (Yeah, happy birthday, Baee! <333), miss_jessica_lange_ and southernauthor as I finally fulfilled your wish to behold Jude and Tim married. Happily Married! I hope you genuinely liked and enjoyed this chapter as well! :))