#Chapter 160 -- Epilogue: The Wedding

Jean’s POV “Come on, Luke,” Jean said, tugging on her brother’s sleeve. “I don’t want to be late.” “We won’t be late, Jean,” Luke replied with unfounded confidence. “They won’t start without us.” While the guests had been taking their seats in the wooden fold-out chairs arranged on the beach, and the rest of the wedding party was finishing getting ready in the house, Jean and Luke had sneaked away to collect shells from the surf. Now that they’d found one of the biggest shells either had ever seen, Jean realized how late it was getting. She dragged her brother back to the house, while hoping no one would notice the salt water and sand clinging to the bottom of her dress and his pant legs. Both were barefoot, having lost their shoes a long while ago. Who wore shoes on the beach? It didn’t make sense to Jean or Luke. As they came nearer the house, they started acting sneaky-like, not wanting anyone to catch them. Luke still carried the seashell with both hands. Unfortunatel