Church.
Walking from the makeup room to the auditorium required passing through a long corridor.
Flynn Taylor carried his youngest son all the way, occasionally planting a kiss on the boy's tender face. As he turned the corner, he saw the marriage hall ahead and could make out the vague figures of the guests.
"Flynn."
Upon hearing the call, he paused, turned around, and saw Maggie Spencer standing under the shade of flowers.
Maggie had lost a lot of weight, wearing a pale blue pleated dress with a little denim blazer over it, looking lively and playful, a departure from her usual gentle style of dress.
Ever since he and Ave Carlisle had set a wedding date, Flynn had gone to Spencer Mansion in person to explain and apologize, expecting Leo Spencer to give him a hard time. To his surprise, however, Leo hadn't been difficult at all and even said, "It's all fate." Maggie, too, had accepted this fact.
"Maggie."
"Flynn, congratulations."
"Thank you."
"May I hold him?"
