"Huh. Don't tell me people still follow that old rhyme for weddings." Watson chuckles. "Though where we'll get a sixpence for our shoes, I'm certain I don't know. There is a delightful aspect to going to John's though, just to make it extra confusing. John, Johnny, and César at John's."

He leans back, running a hand through his hair. "I did not think I would ever be looking at the promise of a second marriage, let alone one like this. Let alone one so elaborate as to have a flower girl."