Dear reader,

I can't believe I published this story seven years ago. It just doesn't seem possible that that much time has passed. I remember exactly when I started it, too: nannying one summer in the midst of huge life changes.

So much has happened since I started this story. I've graduated from college, I'm gainfully employed and living on my own in the city. Harvest Moon isn't even called that anymore; which I don't think I will ever get over. But my love for this game and the idea of starting a new life in the country a small town will never cease to call to me.

Thank you all so much for your support on this journey. I never imagined the love story of Owen and Molly (which was not always well written, I must admit) would be so well received. Your loving comments and friendly criticism were the things pushing me to finish this story.

So, without further ado, here is the last chapter of At First Sight: the marriage of Molly and Owen.

Owen's P.O.V.

"Is it straight?"

"It's straight, stop touching it."

"The pin is supposed to be under this little flap part, right?"

"Owen, you can't see it, now stop touching it."

If Luke thought he could never get sick of me, that theory was being tested now, standing in the annex of the old church surrounded by dusty books that hadn't been opened in years. I was fiddling with the cuffs of my sleeves now, wondering if I had polished Gramps' old cufflinks enough the night before.

Across the room, Luke had fallen hard into an old red, wing-backed chair, flipping through the program the general store had printed and bouncing his crossed-foot up and down against his knee. It was less than an hour until the ceremony was to begin, and I had no idea what to do with myself.

I had never pictured my wedding day. Maybe it was because I was a guy, or maybe it was because I didn't really have many suitable options before Molly. Even in school, when I was half-dating Kathy, it never crossed my mind. Part of me wishes that I had, because nothing was able to prepare me for the swirl of this day.

Through everything, I kept reminding myself that it didn't matter if the flower arrangements weren't the exact right color or that it was slightly cloudy outside. I was marrying the love of my life, and that, after all, was the point of the day.

Outside the cracked window came the humming of voices moseying into the church, waiting for us. Luke looked up from his program and caught my eye. He grinned.

Molly's P.O.V.

The entire town had shut down. According to Renee, that hadn't happened in almost two decades—not since the last couple to get married, which happened to be her parents.

The view from our room was beautiful. The church sat at the top of the highest hill in town, and had a beautiful view of the colorful homes and the beach that made up the main square. Occasionally a cloud would cover the sun, but when it did it sent dazzling rays down to sparkle against the church's stain glass windows. Beside me, Renee was smoothing down the train of my dress, pulling it behind me smiling at our reflections in the mirror.

"The dress isn't too tight, is it?" I asked her, turning my hips one way and then the other. I was terrified if I moved my actual feet I would rip the delicate lace.

Renee fanned out the train of the soft lace dress Luna and Candace had made me and scoffed. "Of course, it isn't. You look beautiful, Molly. Really." There was a knock at the door that neither of us bothered to answer. He would let himself in anyway.

Luke ran between the bridal suite and the groom's suite unnecessarily. He flew the door open and grabbed at the wall with his free hand, the other, of course, was covering his eyes. "How are we lookin', girls?" he asked the empty corner of the room. "People are taking their seats and I am anxious as hell to see this thing happen."

"Almost finished," Renee assured him, walking over to get my veil from the chair to our left.

"You know, there's nothing about bad about you seeing the bride before the ceremony, Luke."

He turned toward my voice but kept his hand grasped firmly over his eyes. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "I have been waiting for this since probably before either of you. I'm not risking any bad luck."

I tried to roll my eyes but laughed nonetheless. Renee slid the pin into my hair and threw half of the veil over my eyes. "Ready," she told Luke, stepping up beside him to see her work. "And you should see her, she's stunning." I stood there staring at two of my closest friends: one beaming at me the other grinning like a fool with his callused hand over his face.

Luke was out the door before I could respond.

Owen's P.O.V.

"She was beautiful," Luke kept saying as we stood at the end of the aisle.

The church pews were filled with townspeople. Gramps and Chloe sat in the front row, Chloe in her new, pink dress that Molly helped her pick out, Gramps in his old suit that, while a little worn, still made him look unrecognizable. He nodded across the aisle where Dale and Bo were waiting patiently, Dale nodded back and listened as Bo whispered something about the weather. Chase, I noticed, hadn't made it. I was more than okay with that.

Clouds rolled away long enough for the sun to seep through the windows, spotlighting the dust and the rose petals scattered down the aisle. The crowd chattered, Luke babbled, I barely heard any of it because all I could think of was marrying the love of my life.

"I mean I didn't actually see her," Luke went on. That I did catch. "Like I said. But I could just tell that she was beautiful. I could hear it."

The organ started before I had time to point out to Luke that what he had said made no sense, and the room snapped into action. I stiffened where I stood, clasping my wrist tightly in one hand, trying to stand up straight as if the extra height would speed the moment up.

I just wanted to see her. After two days apart, trifling with wedding plans and following traditions, I just wanted to see her.

The two, large, wooden doors opened at the end of the aisle, causing everyone to stand. I shifted from foot to foot, ignoring Luke' elbow in my ribs as Molly came into view, her lace dress following behind her as she walked, tulips clutched in her hands, sunlight beaming behind her. Renee slipped into her seat at the front, reaching forward to grab her bouquet before she did so. At the top of the aisle I took her hands, kissed them once, and strained my eyes to see her through the mesh of her veil.

"Owen and Molly." The mayors voice rang across the room like bells, pulling our attention away from each other and onto him. "Do you promise to love and honor each other in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

The mayor looked over at me, his gaze shortly followed by Molly's. Her chocolate eyes glittered in the sunlight, her dress painted with the colors of the stain glass windows.

"I do," I told her.

"And Molly?" The mayor asked.

"I do," she beamed.

There was an overly enthusiastic "woop" from behind me just a beat before the mayor stumbled through his, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"

"Sorry," Luke mumbled when the mayor shot him a look. Then, at the correct time, he "woop"-ed again.

I leaned down, grabbed Molly's chin lightly in my hand, and kissed her. And she kissed me back exactly the way I hoped that she would that first day we met, standing on her tip-toes, her hand placed lightly on my elbow, the Harvest Goddess watching over us—blessing the new adventure of this life we were starting right then.

The End.