Epilogue by Phoebe Knightly
Post college graduation
It was a perfect day when
Ethan and Honey got married.
At first, we were all going to
go to the most exclusive hotel in town for the reception but Honey wanted to
have it at home, around the pool, near long trestle tables covered in food and
drinks and lights, near the waterfall where she and Ethan fell in love.
Honey had six bridesmaids but
the head bridesmaids were me and Wednesday (Mouche’s half-sister) and little
Emily Mouche, my daughter, who was the
flower girl.
I couldn’t help but think of
my best friend forever and how much Mouche would have loved such a beautiful
day.
Mark and I gave a huge hug to
Mouche and Jet Campbell’s daughter – my goddaughter, Sienna – such an adorable
girl and a great ballet dancer. I’m not sure if she’ll join a dance company,
but she’s so good, I think she’ll be asked to join one of the top companies if
she wants to make dance her career. It’s
likely she’ll do whatever she sets her mind on
– just like Honey and Wednesday and my little Emily Mouche who is
already making her opinions felt on a consistent basis.
I don’t see enough of Sienna since
she and Jet live in New York City (should I say Boston here – would they have
moved from NYC or stayed?) but when we
get together it is as if she never left. Sienna loves Wednesday and Honey and
Emily Mouche as well.
It was wonderful to all be together again: the
Knightlys, the Campbells and the Woodhouses. We celebrated until midnight over
long trestle tables laden with flowers, ribbons, food and lights. Honey brought
us all together like a lucky charm.
I never saw a couple (in
recent years) more in love – although they denied it. Right up until the week
before they actually got married. Honey was trying to over organize everything.
I told her she was in danger of becoming
a bridezilla, so she stopped.
“You are so right, Phoebe. I
just want everything to be as perfect as possible.”
And it was.
