My grandparents had a double wedding. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, from what I understand. My grandparents were planning their wedding when my grandfather introduced his brother to my grandmother’s adoptive sister. Well, they fell for each other, too, and decided they wanted to get married as well. My great-grandfather, the father of the brides, couldn’t afford two weddings that close together, so he suggested a double wedding ceremony.

My grandmother was fiery, passionate and French. As was her sister. The brothers who married them were in for a ride–but a good one, as it turns out, because both couples stayed in love until their deaths.

These are NOT my grandparents, but two different couples getting married at about the same time my grandparents did.

I’ve been thinking about double weddings–the complications, the romance–because a double wedding was in order to end a book I am currently writing. And then I chatted with my editor, we tweaked the plot in the previous book, which will change the timeline of this current book, and the double wedding is out. It can happen as quickly as that! 😉

But there was something I noticed in the videos of double weddings I’ve been watching: the “You may kiss the bride” kiss seems competitive… neither couple wants to be the first one to stop. And competitive kissing can be tacky.

So maybe it’s just as well.