Meg looked like a rose. She said, "I don't want a funky wedding, just the people I love around." I hope that in their eyes, I am still familiar with the old way. ”
Therefore, she sewed the wedding dress by herself, and sewed the gentle hope and innocent romance in the girl's heart into the dress. The sisters braided her beautiful hair in braids, and the only decoration on her body was the lilies of the valley. Among the hundred flowers, "her John" loves lily the most.
"You really look like our dear Meg, just too pretty and too cute." If it doesn't wrinkle your clothes, I'm going to hug you. After dressing up, Amy looked at her sister happily and called out.
"Then I'll be satisfied." But please, each of you, come and hug me and kiss me. Leave my clothes alone, I want to wear a lot of these folds today. Meg held out her arms to her sisters, and for a moment the sisters snuggled up to them with a spring breeze on their faces, feeling that the new love had not changed the sisterhood of the past.
There are no rituals of all kinds, and everything is as relaxed and natural as possible. So when Aunt March arrived, she was shocked to see what was in front of her: the bride ran out to meet her, while the groom was busy fixing a falling garland, and the priest, who was the father, went upstairs with a bottle of wine under each arm.
"Oops, what a mess!" The old lady cried, sitting on the seat prepared for her, fiddling with the folds of her lilac corrugated silk coat, and making a series of rustling sounds, "Child, you will not be seen until the last moment." ”
"Auntie, I'm not an exhibit, and no one comes to stare at me, judge my clothes, or estimate the cost of the wedding reception. I'm so happy I can't care what other people say or think. I'm going to have my wedding the way I like. John, my dear, give you the hammer. Meg just walked away to help "the man" with a job that was completely unsuitable for him.
Mr Brooke didn't even say "thank you." But when he bent down to pick up the unromantic tool, he kissed his little bride behind the folding door. The sight made Aunt March hurriedly pull out a handkerchief and wipe away the teardrops that suddenly poured into her sharp old eyes.
There was no march in line as was common at weddings, but Mr. March and a couple stood under the green arch, and the room fell silent. Mom and sisters were next to each other, as if reluctant to send Meg away. Dad stopped talking more than once, which made the ceremony even more beautiful and solemn.
The bridegroom's hand was trembling, and no one could hear his answer; yet Meg stared straight into her husband's eyes and said, "I do!" Her countenance and her voice were filled with tender trust, which comforted her mother.
But as soon as the wedding was over, Meg cried out: "The first kiss to Mommy!" She turned and kissed her mother with loving lips. For the next fifteen minutes, she looked more and more like a rose, and everyone from Mr. Lawrence to Mamma Hanna enjoyed the honor to the fullest.
Old Hanna wrapped herself around a large delicate turban and threw herself at Meg in the hall, crying and laughing again, shouting, "Bless you, dear, a hundred times!" The cake was fine at all, everything looked good. ”
Source: Alcott' Little Women, Chapter 25