Bill walked through the back entrance of Dove's Pub, where he was met by Randi.
"You look amazing," Bill smiled.
Randi was dressed in a fitted tuxedo, that matched the one that Bill was wearing. Her longer hair was tied in a long pony tail and hung down her back.
She walked to Bill and straightened his bow tie.
"You don't look bad yourself, asshole."
Randi stood back and looked at him.
"Yea, you will pass."
She opened her arms and gave Bill a huge hug.
"I love you."
She kissed Bill gently, on the lips and wiped the slight tinge of lipstick off his lips.
Bill saw a tear in her eye.
"I love you. Thank you so much for being here."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
She looked at the curtain, that was drawn on the small stage.
"Sounds like quite a crowd out there."
"The whole village and more besides," Bill laughed.
"You mean all the spirits that haunt this place?"
"You know?"
Randi picked some lint off Bill's shoulder.
"Val figured that I needed to meet her ancestors, if I was to be a part of this family. Freaked me out a bit at first, but you get used to it, don't you?"
Bill shook his head.
"Nope. But you will get to realize that they are harmless. Irritating at times, but harmless. They actually look out for the village and they are the best security system that I have ever seen."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...