"Oh good. Well then, I'll leave you boys to do whatever it is men do before they get married," she teased lightly. She turned to Nathan, leaned up to pressed her lips against his. "I'll see you at the gazebo, mon amour."
Her hand trailed lightly down his chest as she slowly moved backward, away from him and toward the room. She glanced around casually, looking for the bathroom, and noticed the tell-tale signs that they'd interrupted Ferrol entertaining a guest. She hoped, with an amused smirk, that they'd interrupted after the fact.
She found the bathroom and slipped inside, hanging her dress up. She performed a few feminine grooming charms, applied a light touch of makeup, and then stripped down, folding her clothes neatly and setting them aside. She slipped into her white, lacy wedding dress, wearing nothing underneath, thankful that it had been designed to be worn that way while still being tasteful.
Remembering that they were in France in the middle of November, Mandy cast light warming charms on her before slipping into her shoes. Checking the time, she realized that the half-hour was already up, and Nathan would be waiting for her now.
She conjured a simple bouquet of red and white roses, and then made her way outside. She walked down the path to the gazebo, seeing the men already there, but she only really saw Nathan. He took her breath away, and she had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, but it wasn't long before she was next to him, her hand in his, and the ceremony was beginning.