Az herself had not had a single spike of nervousness until she had been nearly finished getting ready. Her currently blonde hair was pulled up in some ‘looks elaborate but really isn’t’ updo, the dress she had chosen seemed perfect in a muted blue and swirls of silver. It was as she was slipping on her lovely silver shoes that the enormity of what she was doing hit her, and she suddenly sat down upon the plush bed she had shared with Jeb since they had boarded the ship.
She was getting married.
It took Gregory butting his furry little black head against her side to bring her back to the current moment, and as her absent pettings made him purr like a hiccupping little motorboat, Az smiled. She was getting married. To Jeb. Her Jeb. There was absolutely nothing to worry or be nervous about. She loved him, absolutely, and wanted to be with him until the end of their days. That was all that mattered.
With a kiss and one final scratch behind the ear for her faithful guard kitty, she fixed her shoe and, after checking herself in the mirror one last time, headed for the chapel.
When she arrived, and immediately spotted Jeb looking as nervous as she had felt, Az smiled slowly but broadly, her eyes full of love.