Piers was glad to have his favorite model of car back. He invited Hera to join him in a pre-wedding make out session. The new car worked just as well as his previous roadster.
After some confusion among the guests about where the ceremony was to take place, Piers finally managed to pull Hera under the wedding arch. He was still amazed that SHE had actually proposed to HIM! Some men would find that embarrassing, but Piers was quite pleased Hera had wanted him so badly that she knelt down in a public park--wearing silk stockings and heels--and asked for his hand in marriage.
Rings and vows were exchanged.
A kiss sealed their promises.
And the two became a married couple.
Without further ado, the wedding cake was cut.
But not before Piers took time to tell his nerdy joke. Hera waited patiently. She was used to his jokes.
The cake was big enough to serve all the guests, but just to make sure there were no complaints, Bunter called everyone to the buffet table as well. Guests who'd missed the ceremony came running for their turkey dinner.
While everyone battled over washing dishes, Piers took a private moment to express some concerns to Bunter.
Piers: The ceremony went ok, didn't it, Bunter? I mean, after all that initial ruckus?
Bunter: Yes, M'Lord. Well done.
Piers: You think Hera was happy with how things turned out?
Bunter: Absolutely. Weddings always have some little hitch to them. Makes for good storytelling later.
Piers: Of course! Great for those little anecdotes one needs at parties.
Bunter: There you go, sir. The silver lining.
Piers: Right O!
Soon it was time for the wedding dance. Piers and Hera took the floor.
Their dance was suppose to be special, but Ruth tried to cut Hera out and slow dance with Piers. Some women just don't know when to quit.
The Valet and the Wedding Planner took time to dance as well.
Ruth: You do realize Vinnie is just Exploring his Options, Caprice. No matter who he's with. Don't take it personally, but he's about to drop you. I know him much better than you do. He's restless tonight.
Caprice: Why don't you go back to playing your piano and mind your own business!
Ruth: Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
Emad thinks: Here's a pretty little daisy. Wonder how much TLC Majid's been giving this lovely flower?
Caprice: So since the wedding season is almost over, I've decided to open a greenhouse and sell fresh produce during the colder months.
Emad: An excellent idea, my dear! I suppose Majid, I mean Marvin, is financing this endeavor?
Caprice: Oh no. This is just me. Marvin and I haven't discussed any future plans...yet.
Emad: I see. How odd. ...Why don't you and I take a little stroll. There are a few things I think you should know about your Marvin Bunter. First of all, his real name is Majid Bahador and...
Bunter watched as Caprice walked off arm in arm with his brother. He was about to follow when Ruth stepped up to him. She'd already been in the pool and was barely clothed. Memories flashed through his imagination. Then she started flirting with him.
Ruth: Vinnie, you're looking fine tonight!
Bunter: Uh, as are you, Ruth. Very fine.
Ruth: You know, I was just thinking about all the fun we used to have together. What a wild pair we were, right?
Bunter: Wild.
Ruth laughs: Remember that time in the igloo? You ...
Hera: Hey guys! What are you two doing over here away from all the fun? Bunter, you haven't done any swimming yet. Come on! It's a party!
I'm thinking: Thank you, Hera! Thank you! (I hadn't been watching Bunter, but when I saw Hera walking towards those two, I realized what was going on.)
Hera: Isn't this nice, all of us together! We made it through the week unscathed. And a new future is before us!
Piers: So true, darling. I shouldn't have worried so much. What a perfect evening.
Caprice: Hmm...
Bunter thinks: She's mad at me. Better step up the romancing.
A little while later, Hera left to check on guests.
Caprice: Well, boys. What'll it be? Cherry Casanova or Big Mistake. ...We have the makings for both!
Bunter: Could you just mix me up a little Liquid Courage?
Caprice: Sorry, Marvin. Can't help you there.
Bunter sighs: Thought not.
As dawn approached and guests finally began to leave, Caprice fixed herself a drink and went in search of Marvin. He'd been hiding from her again. Probably trying to think up another crazy story.
What would it be about this time? The harem adventure with Emad or his flirting with Ruth tonight?
Bunter: There you are, Caprice! You tired, sweetheart? Ready for bed?
Caprice: Mar...vvvnnn...
Hera: Sorry you have to leave, Ruth. But thanks awfully for coming.
