An Amish Wedding
Beth Wiseman, Kathleen Fuller, Kelly Long
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Three best-selling authors. Three possible brides. Three separate tales. They come together for an Amish wedding.
Priscilla King has dreamed of being married to Chester Lapp since she was sixteen. With the help of her sister Naomi’s matchmaking skills, Chester proposes to Priscilla on her nineteenth birthday. As the wedding day approaches, problems emerge: an attendant with poison ivy, a failed celery crop, and a torn wedding dress.
At the same time, Priscilla’s best friend Rose is convinced her fiancé is hiding something and she is intent on discovering the truth at any cost.
Naomi remains hopeful that she, too, will soon find her perfect match. When Chester’s cousin shows up, there’s an immediate attraction between him and Naomi—as well as an obstacle that may just as immediately derail their blossoming love.
Is God sending a message to stop the wedding? What is certain is that the hearts of these three women will be forever transformed by this touching Amish wedding.
messed up the piece of burled elm Daed had me redoing for that piano front. You know how rare that wood grain is.” Luke turned from the press. “How bad is it?” Mark shrugged. “I don’t know. I was off somehow in the scrolling design, and now the whole thing’s lopsided. Daed’s gonna have a fit when he and Josh get back from their delivery.” “Let me take a look.” Mark shrugged. “Go ahead. It’s on the second workbench.” Chapter Nine ROSE FOLLOWED LUKE’S PURPOSEFUL STRIDES INTO THE shop. A
to her knees beside him and began to tear a strip from her apron and dab at the blood. He lowered his arm slowly. “Don’t. It needs to be washed first. And I think there’s a splinter there.” Even his voice seemed different now—husky, inviting. And his dark blue eyes gleamed up at her with a knowing confidence. She let her eyes trail down his torn shirt to the low-slung blue jeans and shook her head, wondering if she was losing her mind. Was this really her Luke? The irony of her sense of
himself to wake. He was losing Rose in a thousand different ways; fast-forwarded images—Rose in a boat on storm-tossed waves drifting away from him, the eerie lights of a carnival’s Ferris wheel and Rose spinning high to the top in a swinging singsong motion, Rose standing on the edge of a cavernous drop while he tried desperately to reach her. Everything that was human in him recognized the fear, the distance, and he knew he had to tell her the whole truth. It was the only way he was going to be
door carefully behind her. The unpleasant smell had wafted throughout the house. “Mercy, child! What are you doing? Where are your pies?” Rose sighed. “Outside.” “Burned that badly?” her mother asked as she fooled with the damper on the stove and waved a damp dish towel through the air. Rose said a quick prayer for forgiveness as she delayed her response. She wasn’t used to withholding the truth. “Well, open the window then, so we can get some more fresh air in,” Mamm urged. “Ya, Mamm—open
Englischer. He also wanted to see her again as he had the night of the storm, so striking in her beauty and so much as one with the wild darkness. He wondered idly whether she’d understand if he tried to explain . . . Joshua entered through the back kitchen door. “Saw Abram Bender out this morning.” Luke blinked as he sipped his coffee and turned to his bruder. “Mending fence?” Joshua laughed. “Ya.” It was a gentle joke among the Lantz and Bender families how much time Abram spent mending