Chapter Two Hundred Sixteen: The Wedding
Katherine announced her engagement on a rainy Sunday in April.
She was twenty-five years old, a graduate student in astrophysics, following in the footsteps of her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Grace and her great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Stella. Her fiancé was a young man named Michael, an engineer she had met at a conference on exoplanets.
Lily received the news in a phone call.
"Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma," Katherine said, her voice high and breathless. "I'm engaged."
Lily sat down on the couch, the old cushions sinking beneath her weight. She was ninety-one now, and her body was slower, her bones more fragile, but her heart was still full.
"Engaged," she repeated, the word feeling familiar and precious on her tongue. "You're engaged."
"I'm engaged! Michael proposed. I said yes. We're getting married!"
Lily's eyes filled with tears. She looked out the window at the garden, at the roses her mother had loved so much, and thought about all the weddings she had witnessed. Her own wedding, so many decades ago. Her brother's wedding, quiet and intimate. Grace's wedding, under the stars. Stella's wedding, with the music and dancing. Clara's wedding, in the garden where Katherine used to sit. Eleanor's wedding, with the flowers and fairy lights. Victoria's wedding, where her mother had walked her down the aisle.
And now Katherine's.
"Congratulations, sweetheart," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy for you."
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The family celebrated.
The penthouse was filled with people. Every generation was there, from the oldest to the youngest. The rooms were crowded with laughter and conversation, the air thick with the smell of fresh flowers and baking bread. Children ran through the halls, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. Babies cried in their mothers' arms. Grandparents dozed in armchairs, lulled by the warmth and the noise.
Katherine showed everyone the ring. It was small and simple—a single diamond on a silver band, with a small engraving on the inside that read, "To the stars and back."
"It's beautiful," Lily said.
Katherine hugged her. "Thank you, Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma."
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The wedding was planned for the following spring.
Katherine wanted a garden wedding, like her mother and her grandmother and her great-grandmother before her. She wanted flowers and fairy lights and a string quartet. She wanted her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother to walk her down the aisle.
Lily's eyes filled with tears when Katherine asked her.
"I'd be honored," she said.
Katherine hugged her. "Thank you. You're the one who taught me what love means."
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The months passed.
Katherine and Michael planned the wedding. They chose flowers and a cake and a menu. They argued about the guest list and the seating chart and the color of the tablecloths.
Lily helped with all of it.
She did not complain. She did not interfere. She just showed up, again and again, and did what needed to be done.
"Why are you doing this?" Katherine asked one day.
Lily looked at her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter.
"Because you needed someone," she said. "And I needed to be that someone."
Katherine's eyes filled with tears.
"You're a good great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother," she said.
Lily shook her head.
"I'm just your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother," she said. "Trying to do the right thing."
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The wedding day arrived warm and clear.
Lily sat in the front row, her cane in her hand, her eyes fixed on the altar. The garden was transformed—flowers everywhere, fairy lights everywhere, a string quartet playing music that made everyone cry.
The family filled the garden. Every generation was there, from the oldest to the youngest. Leo, who was ninety, sat in a wheelchair, his eyes bright, his smile warm. Grace, who was ninety-two, sat beside him, her hand in his.
Stella and Clara and Samuel were there, along with their children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Eleanor and Thomas were there, with their children and grandchildren. Aurora was there, with her husband and their children. Victoria and James were there, with baby Lina, who was six years old now.
Lily's heart was pounding.
Her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter was getting married.
She thought about the first time she had held Katherine, a newborn in her arms, so small and perfect. She thought about the first time Katherine had said "Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma." She thought about the first time Katherine had looked through a telescope and seen the stars.
And now this.
She was not ready.
But she had to be.
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The music changed.
Katherine appeared at the end of the aisle, her arm hooked through Lily's.
Lily walked slowly, her cane tapping against the ground, her old bones aching with every step. But she did not stop. She did not slow down. She kept going.
Katherine's dress was white and flowing, with flowers in her hair and a veil that trailed behind her. She was smiling. She was crying. She was beautiful.
Lily watched her walk down the aisle and cried.
She handed Katherine to Michael, who was waiting at the altar, his own eyes wet with tears.
"Take care of her," Lily said.
Michael nodded. "With my whole life."
Lily kissed Katherine's cheek.
She walked back to her seat and sat down.
"She's beautiful," she whispered.
She looked up at the sky.
The stars that were Ethan and Lina twinkled.
Lily smiled.
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The ceremony was simple.
The officiant spoke. The couple exchanged vows. They exchanged rings. They kissed.
Katherine and Michael were married.
Lily clapped until her hands hurt.
The family cheered.
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The reception was chaos.
Dancing and laughing and speeches that went on too long. Grace gave a toast that was funny and sweet and perfect.
"Katherine," she said, "you've been my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-niece for twenty-five years. You've been my friend. My inspiration. My partner in stargazing. I couldn't have asked for a better person to carry on our legacy."
Katherine cried.
Grace hugged her.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you too," Katherine replied.
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Lily found Katherine on the balcony, looking at the stars.
"Are you okay?" she asked, standing beside her.
Katherine nodded. "I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About everything. About growing up. About starting a new life."
Lily put her arm around her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter.
"Are you scared?" she asked.
Katherine was quiet for a moment. "Terrified."
Lily held her.
"Me too," she said. "But you're going to be okay. You're going to be more than okay. You're going to be wonderful."
Katherine leaned into her.
"I love you, Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandma," she said.
Lily's eyes filled with tears.
"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything."
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The reception ended.
Katherine and Michael drove away in a car covered in streamers and tin cans.
Lily stood in the parking lot, watching them go.
She looked up at the sky.
The stars that were Ethan and Lina twinkled.
"She's gone," she whispered.
The stars twinkled again.
Lily smiled.
She knew her parents were listening.
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That night, Lily sat on the couch alone.
The penthouse was quiet. The family was gone. Katherine was gone.
But she was not alone.
She looked at the photograph on the mantel—her mother, young and beautiful, her eyes bright, her smile warm. She was wearing the green dress, the one she had worn the night she met Ethan.
She looked at the night sky through the window.
The stars that were Ethan and Lina twinkled.
"I love you, Mama," she whispered. "I love you, Daddy."
She thought about Katherine, the newest bride in their constellation. A bright star, just beginning to shine.
She thought about all the stars that had come before. The ones who had burned bright and faded away. The ones who were still burning, still shining, still becoming.
She thought about her parents, her constants, her anchors, her home.
She was not afraid.
Not anymore.
Her mother had survived worse.
She could survive anything.
As long as she had her family.
As long as she had her constellation of stars.
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End of Chapter Two Hundred Sixteen