Who: Leda and Lancelot Where: Yaxley Household When: Jan. 4. 10 What: Planning a wedding Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Lancelot Prewett had created a matra for himself over the last hour, but it wasn’t helping much anymore as the wedding planner paddled on and on about how very lovely their wedding was going to be as Lancelot tried to keep smiling. ‘Killing your fiancé and wedding planner is not proper his mantra rang in his head as he nodded and said how very lovely the invitations that were just a half shade different than the one before looked. His face hurt from all the smiles and his nose still stung from the practice portraits they’d done for their engagement announcement- the real ones would be taken the next day at the Prewett Manor in Dublin after the floor network came back on in the Yaxley household.
Finally the planner seemed to stop talking and got up to go grab some cake samples from the kitchen, allowing Lancelot to slide down a bit in his chair and look at Leda. “Do all grooms do this, or am I just far more easily manipulated by my fiancé than most?” he asked. He was still in work clothes of a three piece gray suit, white dress shirt and the traditional St. Mungo’s robes that were hanging on the back of his chair. He opened his chest a bit and undid his tie, convinced he could do such things now that the pictures had been taken.