The wedding took place at the integrated church that I had started attending with Seaweed and his family. I had appointed Tracy my maid of honor and two of my good friends from the African- American community, Shayna and Joanne, as well as Li'l Inez, made up the small party of bridesmaids. They looked lovely in the knee-length lavender dresses Tracy had helped me pick out. Seaweed had selected Link as his best man and three fellow dancers from the show as the groomsmen. Everyone looked positively wonderful.

I saw Seaweed tear up as Mr. Turnblad walked me down the aisle and I had tunnel vision. He was all I could see. I felt like a princess in the huge, poufy ballgown Mrs. Turnblad had sewn for me so Seaweed and I could put the dress money toward our first house. The dress had little lace details sewn around the bottom, which completed it for me. I loved it. Tracy had swept my long auburn hair into an elegant bun and pinned it in place with a sparkly clip. My veil trailed behind me as I joined him at the altar, glowing. He grabbed my hands.

It went by too quickly. We exchanged rings and vows, both of us choking up. Finally, we said "I do."

"I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Seaweed winked at me. "Don't mind if I do." His comment sent a wave of giggles through the church as he swept me off of my feet and kissed me, as his wife, for the first time. I will never forget that first kiss as a married couple. It just felt so right.

Mrs. Turnblad sobbed loudly in the front row, dabbing at her face with a handkerchief, while Mr. Turnblad tried to comfort her.

Tracy and Link cheered loudly and Link whistled, but he was promptly shushed by Tracy.

We strode down the aisle, beaming excitedly. Seaweed squeezed my hand. As we made our way to the car, we were mobbed by reporters who shoved microphones in our faces. I only caught snippets of their conversations.

"First interracial couple in Baltimore!"

"How does it feel?"

"Checkerboard chick."

"Just keep walking," Seaweed muttered. "They've got no right to harass us for being different." He pushed me gently toward the car and held the door open as I got in, then slid in himself.

"You look beautiful today, Mrs. Stubbs," he commented.

I smiled at the new nickname and blushed. "Why thank you, Mr. Stubbs. You look dashing as ever," I sighed happily. "I love you."

"I love you more."