There had been some resistance over a destination wedding sans kids. But once they arrived, and checked in, there wasn’t a complaint to be heard. She didn’t want to imply that she knew they’d come around to the notion, but she had. She also didn’t really care if any of them hadn’t.
Even though these were her favorite family members, she still didn’t want to spend all week with them. They planned the wedding for the third day, so everyone could have their own mini-honeymoons. It also gave her Mom less time to pick at the details of the ceremony.
The hotel was setting everything up with the questionnaire that her and Etienne had filled out. They wanted it outdoors, they preferred local floral arrangements, and she really wanted to dig into a lobster. Etienne just requested it be a formal affair, and Violet-Adele had no complaints on that front ether. She had no desire for a barefoot wedding party, though Hazel had already tossed her sandals in her luggage.
That first night they all slept and attempted to adjust to the time zone. But afterward, they enjoyed visiting the local sites recommended by the front desk, and a few places they happened to come across. The men enjoyed the tents with cushioned furniture inside for hanging out. They both weren’t fans of hard wood chairs, and hours of conversation.
While Etienne and Violet-Adele were quite relaxed, both Jude and Hazel took turns worrying over their children. They paid for wifi so they could continue to email the kids back home, but the kids barely responded. It was likely they were tuckered out from working the fields, and crashing before they thought of their electronic devices.
When everyone was occupied, they would sneak away and toast to themselves. Everyone had said she was running out of time for kids of their own, but she’d never felt that rush, and wouldn’t be horribly disappointed if they couldn’t have their own family. Now they both sat there, confident people in who they were, and with full acceptance of the other. They also both had rather large bank accounts, something that set her apart from the rest of her family.
Her parents enjoyed night swims in the ocean, though her Mom was anxious over sealife gobbling her up. The resort assured her that they had no sharks in their local waters, but Mandy was still skeptical.
Mostly, they all just enjoyed the atmosphere. Late night walks, swims, and laying back in the sand.
They had gotten a suite with a hot tub, which everyone took turns using. While it technically was a private hot tub, it was never empty of her family members.
Her Dad still felt it was his job to ask the embarrassing questions, even though his daughter was long into her adult years. He didn’t fluster her, but that could not be said for Etienne, poor guy never knew how to properly answer an invasive question. He swore to her that people in France do not ask for such prying and intimate details.
He didn’t like to share his inner self with her family, and her parents were very abundant in love, acceptance, and a keen desire to know every detail. It took many years of her pushing away from her family to find a balance. If she were marrying Etienne at twenty-two, she is certain she’d be full of concerns, and waiting for Etienne to answer those questions, just so she’d know the answers.
But there was none of that jealousy, or possessiveness. They just were. They didn’t have all the answers, and for once, he was okay with that. She had never been one to label everything, or plot out where it was going next, excluding her career. She had plans for that, and everything else just happened.
She did agree to try for one baby, but with him at forty, and her a few years shy, they knew their fertility was less, and they were okay with that. It would be a waste of a good guy though, she knew he’d shine as a Father, in much that she knew that she wasn’t that interested in the role.
She did wonder what it would feel like to hold someone that resembled her. She had never had someone with her eyes or personality, and that piece of curiosity, as if it might be a missing piece to her perfect life, was her intrigue.
The morning of the wedding, Hazel was full of anxiety about her kids, as if the fact that she was in another country just dawned on her. Bea had been sad to miss out, she had dreamed of being her Aunt’s bridesmaid or flower girl when she was younger.
Vi did feel slightly poor about excluding Bea, but she knew that she was a package deal, and came along with her very rambunctious brothers. Instead of a relaxing week of conversation, wine, and love making, it would have been practical jokes, and running all over the small island.
Hazel was sent to be certain that the ceremony was all set and everything was prepared. It took her mind off home, and allowed Violet-Adele some alone time with her Mom.
In the beginning, Vi had arranged for this alone time merely because her Mom would enjoy it. But she had found they were both more emotional than they had expected. When she had been young, she had dreamed of running off to find her Birth Mom, and show the McCarthy’s how great her real family was, but that had come from a place of envy. She hadn’t been born into the great family, but over the years she had matured, to realized that she had been folded in and was part of them just the same.
Mandy couldn’t have been more proud, and admitted that Vi had been the one to teach her patience. She hadn’t been driven for a career the way that Vi was, but she had been that way about family. The slower process in how Violet-Adele had lived her life, had shown her that it didn’t always need to be rushed into, that savoring was good too.
Though she had never spoken it, her biggest fear had always been this moment, her Dad, walking her down the aisle. It had been risky to wait, he was eighty-three, and this part of being given away was something that had resonated with her.
George would always have a soft spot for his girls, and felt blessed that he was there for his youngest daughter’s big moment.
She had grown to have many adventures and times of celebration in her adult-life; he hadn’t known when she was a baby that she would grow to be so accomplished, and make so many of her own stories to tell.
George did not always see eye to eye with Etienne, but he couldn’t have picked a finer man to be his son-in-law. He had no hesitations passing Vi over into his arms. They complimented one another, and while Etienne did give Vi her freedom, he wasn’t a pushover ether. Both of his daughters were of strong personality, and needed that strength in their partners just the same.
It was the smallest wedding that any of them had ever been too, but the waves brushing against the sand, the seagulls crying as they flew over, made it feel even more intimate.
She even found herself swept up in the ceremony, and their vows. She hadn’t thought to feel so emotionally exhilarated at the ceremony, but it had touched a cord in her.
It went more beautifully than she could have ever imagined, and Etienne felt the same.
As they united, love spread through their family, as each remembered their own weddings, and thought of their spouses.
The dinner was at sunset, and Etienne had thought two small tables would be more intimate than a large family-style arrangement. But he should have known that even splitting the family into two tables would just result in shouting from one table to the next.
This family had been strange to him when he first arrived in South Port, Vi had been living with her sister temporarily, and they had invited him to dinner. They were welcoming, and their walls were never up around him; it had all felt genuine and overwhelming.
He never knew how much they knew about him, if they had ever mocked him for wanting to marry Vi when she was his intern. That earlier version of himself made him embarrassed, too fast he had been. He hadn’t seen that she was a confident woman, bottling up a fear of commitment.
She was different than her family, she didn’t share her secrets. It was merely a few years prior that he found out about her college miscarriage. It had jolted him, to realize that them even meeting had been mere chance. If anything had gone differently, she wouldn’t have run away to Paris, they would have never met.
That is something that chokes his heart to imagine.
He feels utterly complete with her in his arms, surrounded by her family, merry and warm.
He wants to only do things for her, something that she doesn’t always welcome with her obstinate nature.
George gives the toast, emotion choking his words, as he manages to push through and finish what he intended to say. She thinks that she is adopted, that a large part of who she is, is wrapped up in unknown parents. But Etienne knows that expression on George’s face, the determination to finish what one intends, and he sees in his wife.
She couldn’t be more like her parents than if they had birthed her themselves, and he hopes one day that she can see that for herself.
It was a magical evening, more full of shared life than anything she had ever experienced. Her career wins were shared alone, or with a small team, but nothing had been as deep as this day. Pure joy was the message in their hearts.
Afterwards, they moved to a new resort, a small distance from her family. She wanted to enjoy the honeymoon without worry that her parents might overhear something. They did go out and visit locations, and sometimes met up with her parents, but even then she could barely hold herself back.
They were safer to play while still in distance of their bedroom.
And they both felt more comfortable sharing some PDA without George walking around the corner.
The honeymoon went all too quickly, and they vowed to return for an anniversary, or a birthday. Any reason to come back.
Etienne even suggested purchasing their own vacation home off the beach, but she needed more convincing. What was vacation without room service?
Notes: I’m so excited they are married! And sad that this update had to wait an extra week. My PC broke, and has since been repaired and returned to me. Yay!
Here are the wedding photos:
Violet-Adele with her parents.
Love these two sisters together. They have been best friends since the beginning.
Sadly Jude is not in any of the wedding photos, because he got glitched, and nothing I did would fix him (except sending him home).
The newlyweds have an IFS of 1, so we will see what happens! Obviously I want them to have that one baby darn it! They also need to move, her two bedroom house can’t fit a baby, because she is not giving up her work office. She’s keeping her maiden name, but any children would have Etienne’s last name.
Oh and the perk of getting married later in life:
Their combined assets just bumped them up to one of South Ports wealthiest families. I really ought to do taxes again. I don’t think finding a new house will be an issue at all! Thanks for reading!!
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