Maryanne and Open
Maryanne had never been the sort to be emotional in front of people. But with her two oldest sons standing up at the alter, one marrying a man she hadn't been entirely sure would survive a year on the island with his addictions. Yet he had. And he had cleaned himself up. And she was pretty glad to be proved wrong. She didn't hide her happy tears. Though when she got ready she did put on waterproof everything.
At the moment, though, she was sitting among the other guests at the tables. Three of her little ones tucked away in carriers sound asleep. Her first born attached to her by a baby leash, sat not to far away playing with a few toys she'd brought along.
Maryanne knew it was a risk wearing such a fancy dress with four small boys, but she had never been one to get upset over ruined clothes. Or at least she hadn't been in a long long time. Even if she did enjoy the feel of the fancy silk, and wonderful lace against her skin. And she felt beautiful.
She amused herself with watching people. Especially when her husbands started dancing together. When Tony dipped Clint she couldn't resist whistling out.