We cordially invite you to the wedding of Nashville and Margaret-2

"Yes," she replied with annoyance. "I'm getting married to Nash," I said to her with confusion. "Well, that's what getting married means," she reminded me. "And I'm getting married in." I looked at the clock. "An hour! What the hell, Kat? Why didn't you wake me?" I yelled as I jumped out of bed and promptly faced planted onto the floor. She looked at me on the floor. "I don't think you are deciding on a nap at this moment is a good thing." I scrambled out of the blankets they entangled me with and ran out of the room. "Pat! She's headed your way," Kat yelled. "I got Maggie," she yelled back. I ran down the hall and into the bathroom. I showered quickly then climbed out of the shower, drying off. The door flung open, "Ah!" I screamed. "Oh, you can relax. It's nothing I don't have myself. Come on, sweetheart, we need to get you ready for a wedding," Pat replied as I stood there trying to hide my naked body with a towel. I barely had time to wrap a towel around me when she grabbed me and dragged me out of there. We ran back to my room, and there the girls, along with Grammy, were waiting for me. They worked to get me ready. The girls applied my makeup while doing my hair. Once they finish, Pat held up my dress while she and Grammy helped me into my dress. Once I was ready, I stood there as they all looked at me, feeling proud of the fact they could get me ready quickly. They all smiled as I smiled back. "Now, let's get you married," Grammy said to me as she ushered me out of the room. We all walked out of my room and down the hallway. Our heels thumped against the hardwood floor as we made our way down to the main floor. They set everything up outback. Guests had arrived and seated. The minister was in place. Grammy, Pat, and the girls all lined up being led to their spots. I stood behind all of them. Jonas led Grammy, and Cayson led Pat. I stood there with my bouquet in my hand with my veil over my face and waited. Nolan walked up to escort Brook, next was Noah escorting Marcy, then Nathan escorted Macey; finally, Nixon accompanied Kat. I took my place and was about to walk when someone stopped me. I turned to see Nate standing there. "Maggie, you have always been like a daughter to me. Let me have the honor of escorting you down the aisle to my son," he offered. I looked at him and smiled. "Nate, it would honor me to have you escort me down the aisle." He held out his arm, and I took it, then the music started. As we entered the doorway, Nash walked out and stood next to Nixon. He saw me and smiled; I gladly returned it. With that, Nate escorted me to Nash. "So, does this mean I can finally call you, dad?" I asked Nate. "I thought you would never ask," he smiled back at me. As we finally reached Nash, he handed me over to him. He walked over and took a seat next to Pat. Then Nash and I turned around to face the minister. "Dearly beloved," hic. "We are," hic. "Christ, he's as drunk as a skunk," Nixon whispered to Nash. "As I was saying," hic. We stood there and before the minister said anything else. He fell, passing out in front of us. Everyone gasped, and we looked at him, snoring on the ground. Nate placed his head in his palm. "Where did you find this guy?" Jonas asked Cayson. "Out of the phone book. The minister was cheap," Cayson answered him. "We need to do something," Nathan said to Nixon. "Well, I guess I can take over," he smirked. Jace and Jaime walked up towards us after Jonas talked to them and promptly dragged the drunken minister away. Nixon took his place. Nash leaned forward. "If you even screw this up, I will cut off your nuts." Nixon gave him a look. "Ye have little faith. Trust in your brother, will you?" "This ought to be good," Nate said to Pat. "Yep," she agreed. "Dearly beloved. I gather here today to join my brother and future sister in holy matrimony. I'm just going to skip the objections because we don't need them. Now we are joining these two souls together, finally." People nodded in agreement. "It's been a longgggg time coming. You know with Nash screwing up and Maggie losing her memory, but we made it," he said with a breath of relief. "Nix!" Nash growled. "Oh right, anyway, Nash, do you take Maggie to be your wife to have and hold, in sickness and in health, richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Before Nash answered, Nixon said, "Don't answer that because you do. You do. Trust me, we all want you to." He turned to me, "Maggie, pain in the ass, but I love you anyway. Brotherly love, don't anyone get any bright ideas. Do you take Nash to be your husband to have and hold, in sickness and in health, richer or poorer, till death do you part?" Before I answered, he said, "You do, there is no way we will give you a chance to run off now." Nash and I looked at him incredulously. "Anyway, marriage shouldn't take lightly, and I seriously doubt you both will do that considering then you can deal with Grammy," he informed us as he pointed to Grammy, who nodded in agreement. Everyone laughed. "Anyway, yada, yada, yada, I pronounce you, husband and wife. Now give her a big ole wet one," Nixon announced. Nash turned to me, raised my veil, and gave me a mind-blowing kiss. "Okay, you two stop sucking each other's face-off," Nixon declared. We stopped and turned as Nixon proclaimed, "I now give you Mr. and Mrs. Nashville Gray!" Everyone cheered and whistled. Nash grabbed me, pulling me into another kiss. "Oh, I forgot. You both may want these," Nixon said as he held out his palm with our wedding rings. We took them and placed them on each other's fingers. Now it was onto the reception. I have a feeling this would be one hell of a dinner.