Fairy Tales May Come True

This is post 16 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.

Back at home, Bennett sat next to Gwen on the sofa with Fafnir’s head in his lap. Gwen kissed him on the cheek. “It was beautiful, wasn’t it?” she said. “I’ve never seen Robert so happy.”
Bennett nodded, patting the dog’s head absentmindedly. He felt peculiar, and not only because of an overeager consumption of oysters and champagne. Closing his eyes, he saw Chloe floating down the aisle again and wondered if she had the same thought he did, that she should have a day like this, a perfect, fairy-tale day. With the thought came awareness of his omission. “You didn’t get to know Jack’s brother by any chance, did you, Gwen?”
“What’s to know?” she said, dismissively. “He’s not as big a homophobe as the parents, according to Robert.”
“Oh dear,” Bennett said, trying not to sound too pleased. He closed his eyes again, and this time enjoyed the vision of Chloe in the satin dress. Her day would come.

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