Francisco was doing better at work although funds were still
tight. But the two of them could care
less - they were enjoying each other.
Delia continued experimenting in
the basement while Francisco was at work.
She was beginning to be a believer that these potions actually were
powerful when she made one and promptly passed out in the floor. It was probably just the fumes. Regardless, she still wouldn’t tell her soon-to-be
husband about the basement. One of the
things she had recently discovered about him is his perversion to all talk
about magic and supernatural beings. She
may one day be forced to tell him the truth, but for now, she had a wedding to plan as their wedding day was fast approaching.
The day was soon upon them. While getting ready, Delia found her Mom’s
locket and put it on for her wedding. She vowed to never take it off to honor her mother. She was stunning and Francisco was as handsome as
ever in his tuxedo.
They said vows under
the arch in the front yard of Delia’s childhood home, now hers and
Francisco’s. Indoors, Francisco moved the furniture
out of the front room and made a makeshift dance floor where they had their
first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Wilbur while the guests enjoyed the wedding
cake. Francisco’s boss gave him a few
days off to honeymoon. They took full
advantage!
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