By the middle of June the wedding presents began to come in.
There the wedding supper was to be served by caterers at small tables.
I don't know which was nicer, Jessica, Nora's wedding or yours.
One was that Christine asked her to be maid of honor at her wedding.
Of course, unless father gives me one for a wedding present, it will be a cheap one.
She'd happened on a bit of information—many a wedding had been stopped for less.
She and I have picked out a stunning design for the wedding dress.
Christine and Palmer had not returned from their wedding journey.
On such an occasion, a month after the wedding, she could not contain herself.
The letter she had received on her wedding day was burned into her brain.
