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The whole night turns out to be a bit of a blur, though Jenny doesn't mind that much. When it comes down to it, she knows she'll remember the important things — maybe not who she talked to when, or what they all talked about, but how it felt and how everything fell into place, how Cameron looked at her when they were standing at the altar. It's the closest she's ever come, she's sure, to being honest to God romantic, and she can't even be self-conscious about it, or think herself ridiculous. If ever there were a situation that called for it, it's her own wedding. And while there's always something a little strange about getting through something so significant, that she's been planning and working up to for so long, it's nice, too, being on this side of it. If the point of getting married were the wedding, it wouldn't be worth doing at all, not in her opinion. That part has been enjoyable in its own right, to be sure, but she'd have married him with or without that.

By the time the car drops them off in front of the house, she's glad for it. Now they'll finally get to be alone for a while. It's a bit like the night they got engaged, in a way; just like then, nothing has really changed, except that everything has. This time, that's even more the case. She's his wife. The thought is almost unbelievable, except that it makes perfect sense, too, something she's wanted for such a long time, more than she ever thought she would before he came along.

"Are you going to carry me inside?" she asks, only half-teasing, as she looks up at him. "I don't know if all this skirt will get in the way."