Page 107 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“Yes, and they’re all waiting to get you primped and polished,” the woman replied.
Georgie pressed her hand to her abdomen as butterflies took flight in her belly.
“My dress is here?”
“Of course,” the frau answered with a wave of her hand.
Jordan cringed. “And my tux?”
“Yes, but with a slight adjustment,” the frau replied.
“I can’t smell it from here. That’s got to be a good sign,” he said with a touch of relief.
The wedding frau snapped her fingers again, and another assistant emerged from behind the curtain, holding a sleek black tuxedo.
“That doesn’t look like my dad’s tux,” Jordan said, inspecting the jacket.
“He gave us permission to alter the garment,” the woman answered.
The assistant carefully opened the jacket to reveal an electric blue lining.
“I think this is a much better way to honor your family tradition, Mr. Marks,” the frau added.
Jordan released a relieved sigh. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“And there was plenty to make a garter for Miss Jensen,” Hans added as the assistant procured the wedding staple from the breast pocket of Jordan’s jacket and placed it on the table.
Georgie glanced around, still blown away by how everything had come together when she remembered the old wedding adage.
Old, new, borrowed, blue.
“Wait! There’s something we’ve forgotten. We’ve got old with my vintage ring. New, with the titanium bands. Blue, with Jordan’s tux. But what about borrowed?”
“Hans,” the frau said with a twinkle in her eyes.
The man retrieved another felt bag from his pocket and produced a hairpin adorned with an arrangement of tiny pearls.
“The borrowed item should come from a happily married couple. We have two borrowed gifts for you,” Hans explained.
Cornelia Lieblingsschatz gazed at the hairpin. “I wore this when I married Hans. We’d be honored if you wore it today.”
Georgie gently touched the delicate pearls. “It’s lovely. I can’t thank you enough.”
“And the second is the date,” Hans replied.
“The date?” she repeated.
“Fifty years ago, Hans and I were married the third weekend in October,” the frau added.
“This date was good fortune for us, and we hope to pass it along to you,” Hans said, taking the frau’s hand.
“And don’t forget the mother,” Mrs. Lieblingsschatz said, rolling her eyes.
“My mother?” Georgie asked.
The frau leaned in. “Could you imagine what Lorraine Vanderdinkle would be like after a three month, six month, or even a yearlong engagement?”
Georgie shuddered. “There’s not enough psychic energy in all the universe for her, Bobby, and Hector.”
