3pm on, Gardens and Ballroom, Spencer, Roxy and Wedding Guests.
The ballroom was decorated in the colour scheme Roxy had chosen, and the gardens between it and the gazebo had been divided off from it by rope tied with ribbons in the same colour scheme, and flowers were bound into the ribbons. The gazebo itself was festooned with ribbons and flowers, so much so that the wooden structure itself was barely visible, and the scent of freesias and gardenias filled the garden. Spencer found himself fixated on one set of ribbons, desperately ignoring the jibing of his brother, busy teasing Jazz about being on the wrong side of the party, and now she had to dance with the bridesmaids. He was conscious of his father, conversing gently with his mother, and of Erika holding John's youngest and playing rock paper scissors. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and again wondered why collars had to be so tight when you had a tie on. He turned to ask his mother if everything was all right, and stopped, stunned, because there she was, Roxy, walking down the path towards the gazebo, towards him, and she was, she was perfect. It was the only word that worked, perfect.
It was time. She'd seen Mrs. Sullivan walk ahead of them all, then Lexi just ahead of her, but Roxy was waiting like she'd been told to. It was tradition and she wasn't going to go against tradition. As the music changed and the people stood, she walked down the aisle to Spencer. Roxy wanted to run. She just wanted to be there with him and not have every eye on her. The fear of tripping came back briefly, until she looked up and saw Spencer. Her jitters subsided and she smiled brightly as everybody but the celebrant and Spencer started to fade from her mind. At the altar, she handed her bouquet to Lexi and joined hands with Spencer as directed. It seemed like a fairy tale to her, but it wasn't. They were actually here, getting married, and it wasn't a dream.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, the curve of her neck, the way the dress clung and draped, how beautifully her hair shone, and, had she always smiled just that way? She had to have, but for some reason it seemed, brighter today, or maybe that was his imagination. All he knew, as he reached out for her hands, was that he couldn't think of a better place to be right now than right here. The celebrant began, but Spencer wasn't really listening. He was smiling at Roxy, far too busy being lost in how beautiful her eyes were, until he got nudged that was, and then he did blush a little, as the celebrant repeated the prompt and Spencer answered.
For the first time in a long time Roxy was honestly scared. Had he done as she thought she would and forgotten his own name? She squeezed his hands lightly, around the same time John nudged him. After he'd recited his part, she recited hers. Neither of them fumbled the words nor did they drop the rings.
For Spencer the official part was over quickly, and very much simpler than he remembered from the informal rehearsal in the apartment earlier in the week. It wasn't long before he clearly heard the celebrant saying he could kiss the bride, and given how long it felt since just yesterday, he was going to do a very proper job of it. So he wrapped his arms around her, one hand just gently holding the nape of her neck, and pressed his lips against hers.
She felt the same way as he did about the "kiss the bride" kiss, which was why Roxy wrapped her arms around him and kissed him longer than usual. Their audience applauded, and Lexi whistled, then the celebrant cleared his throat. She pulled away and couldn't stop grinning. Roxy didn't think she'd ever get tired of kissing Spencer, and wondered if anybody would notice if they disappeared from the sit down dinner for a while to catch up on it.
The cheering and applauding was still going on when they broke the kiss, and Spencer couldn't help himself, whatever the celebrant thought, Spencer wanted more of that! So, he didn't worry about the audience, or anything else, just, leaned back in and kissed her again, rather more intently this time as well.
She hadn't expected the second kiss, and her hand came up to cup his face. Andras was bound to have tons of photos of them kissing, she thought. Straightening them both back up, she shook her head lightly. There wasn't much left of the ceremony and then he could kiss her all he wanted. The celebrant announced them as Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Michaels, their audience stood cheering and together they turned to face their family and friends.
Spencer found it automatic to wrap one arm around her waist, his left hand reaching across to lace fingers with hers. The rings sounded as they knocked together, catching his attention and he lifted her hand to his lips, "I think that's our cue to go forth and finish up the official bits?" He murmured, smiling, "Then we can play hookey and go find a quiet spot to just, be ourselves in?"
She nodded, looking at their hands when their rings clinked and smiling. "So long as you finish what you've started in that quiet spot." Roxy said, teasing him as she walked with him, down the aisle and past their audience. This walk felt much better than the previous one and she wasn't concerned with tripping anymore.