"Tess stood at the end of the long white runner. The church was packed with people and the organ was playing soft, sweet music. Four year old Caitlin almost vibrated with impatience, her blonds curls quivering as she waited for Tess to whisper that it was time for her to start down the aisle scattering flower petals as she walked. Caitlin’s pink dress perfectly matched the ring of flowers and baby’s breath in her hair. The gray satin dress that Tess wore was short, sleeveless and full with a wide pink satin band around the waist. The design was vintage and certainly appropriate for this family, Tess thought irritably. A pillbox hat with a gray net veil perched on top of her recently shorn locks and gray satin pumps completed the outfit.
Tess swished her perfectly cut angled bob enjoying the feeling of weightlessness of it. Two feet of silky black hair was on its way to make a wig for cancer patients and she felt damn good about it. Too bad if Rory O’Malley didn’t like it, she thought, as she narrowed her eyes and sent a glare to the front of the church wondering where the hell the groom was.
“Stop fidgeting,” Molly O’Malley leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “It won’t help and the crinoline will make it worse.”
Tess bristled. Sometimes it was so annoying that Molly knew everything. When she first met Patrick’s wife she thought it was cool that Molly was gifted. Lately, she felt just the opposite. It was galling that not only had Molly warned her about cutting her hair, she knew what had happened this morning.
Tess blushed as her eyes darted around the area to see if anyone else had overheard.
“They didn’t,” Molly whispered again, “But someone will figure it out if you don’t stop acting like your ass is on fire.”
“My ass is on fire,” Tess hissed back wanting to slap the grin off Rory’s face as he watched her discomfort. Quickly he turned, walked up the side aisle of the church, and disappeared into the anteroom.
“This is Nick and Maggie’s day. Please try to get through the wedding and reception without killing my brother-in-law.”
“I’ll get through it…at the bar…standing. But I cannot promise not to kill him afterwards.”
Molly’s soft tinkling laugh drew a few curious looks but she and Tess just smiled sweetly until the guests turned around."