There is really no need to get your tiny knickers into a twist. We didn't tell anyone. It was a last minute decision necessitated by my sainted, as you say, mother announcing that I must be married by my birthday or lose everything. She'd lined up Xavier Yaxley for the job, but both Will and I took exception to that suggestion. Thus, there was really only one thing to do.
I'm afraid I decided to let Mother--and Owen, and Lolly--be informed by the Prophet as well, so I can't give you a definitive answer about the shade of puce. But I am willing to speculate that it was somewhere around fuchsia.
And, as you've probably gathered from the circumstances surrounding my nuptials: Will and I are still not in love.