Melody's relationship with Bronson is going well. She's over at the Littler mansion every day, and I honestly neither know nor want to know what they're up to. I trust Melody--she used to be unreliable, I know, but between Matt and her run-in with Matthew Hamming, she's matured a lot in the past year.
The other night, she took Bronson to the place they first met: the seedy parking lot behind the movie studio. There, she got down on one knee, looked up at Bronson, and proposed with the ring she had bought by selling all the furniture in her room.
It was incredibly difficult to find a venue in Bridgeport that wasn't gray and graffitied, but I managed to rent out a far-too-expensive park. The high fee was worth it to see my beautiful daughter standing in front of her wedding arch.
Guests began to arrive at seven--friends, family, and the undesirable.
"Mr. Hamming."
"Melody Moonstone, what a pleasure. Congratulations on your engagement. I don't suppose your . . . " he glanced around, nervous, ". . . family is here?"
"No, my sister is coming with Finale and Matt. Finale is my little sister, and Matt is my son with Bronson. If you don't mind, Matthew, I think you should leave now--this wedding is for friends and family only."
"Mrs. Moonstone? I'm Leo, Leo Buck--I don't know if you remember me. I fixed your dishwasher the other day."
"It's Ms. Moonstone, Leo."
"In that case, would you like to go out for a drink sometime?"
The ceremony was short and sweet, with both young people speaking their vows and slipping rings onto each other's fingers. Melody had already arranged to move in with Bronson directly after the wedding. Matt decided to stay behind, with his best friend and aunt.
When the newly wedded couple kissed, it was easy to forget about the fact that my little girl was leaving the family, and just be happy for Melody. I am so proud of the beautiful, talented woman she has become.
Matt sighed happily at the final kiss of his mother and the man he thought was his father. "Isn't it just so beautiful?"
"Ugh, I swear you're turning into a girl more and more every day!"
"Am not!"
Mist hung back--she doesn't like expressing emotion when it comes to her family members. She also met an all-too-familiar vampire, William Fangmann, who she felt an instant attraction to. Like her mother, she has a definite thing for vampires.
I spent the rest of the evening dancing with Leo Buck, the humble and handsome repairman. I wouldn't mind dying an old maid, but Leo really is a sweet guy. Maybe I've finally healed enough to have a real relationship instead of infrequent flings.
At least, until William Fangmann hypnotized my daughter and I had to drag her away before he drained her of blood. Mist might not
officially be the heir, since Finale is still in the running, but I can't allow her to become a vampire unless it's been confirmed that she has lost.
