"Stop twitching!" Lucy said as she slapped her brother's hand, who was nervous. She was trying fit his jacket, but he was too unsettled to sit still.
"She just asked if everything is laid out." Peter told her.
Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Yes Clarissa," she yelled down the stairs, "they are."
She came back to a pacing Peter.
"You really need to get a grip, are you gonna hypervenalate on your wedding day?"
"Planning is so ...nerve racking."
"Your good at it," she said.
"Yeah when I suggest the espesive stuff!"
"Clarissa's mum has it covered."
"For the most part yeah, but I'm paying a fourth of it."
"Well at least you're not paying for the dress."
"Have you seen how much flowers cost?"
"Just sit still."
Peter had never been this freaked. Like Lucy he was usally pretty calm. But getting married seemed to have changed him. Even though he was one of the best reporters in London, he still worried about making ends meet. He took care of Lucy (and sometimes Edmund) but now he would have to take care of Clarissa too. Lucy did work, but she was only a waitress and Peter never let her pay for more than one bill (usually the phone). But now he wondered if his salary (only well paid for a bachelor) would support Lucy and his new darling wife.