““When the wedding march began again and he came back a third time, it was with Holly. Her hair was down and loose over her shoulders, while the sleeveless ice-white gown she was wearing hugged every curve of her body to perfection. They walked down the aisle toward the altar arm in arm, and when they reached the pastor, again he asked, “Who gives this woman to this man?” “I’m keeping this one for myself,” Bud said. The congregation roared. And so it began, the ritual that would bind these women to their men. It had begun with laughter. It ended in vows and promises. For Andrew Slade’s daughters, the end of their wedding was just the beginning of the rest of their lives.””
