Ferrol couldn't help but envy, just a little, the very obvious love that the two shared. Would he ever have that? he wondered, but he couldn't hold it against them. He liked Mandy a lot and Nathan was his brother, and very obviously she balanced him and made him a better person.
Ferrol clapped his brother on the shoulder and told him to get ready, stepping out of the room for a few minutes to 'fetch' a few things and coming back with impeccable timing as Nathan adjusted the final few things. His brother was good looking--as were all the Notts, really--and Ferrol was happy for him.
"Come now, brother, let's go await your bride," he said, happily leading him outside. Luckily the night was clear and not outrageously cold, though Ferrol reinforced warming charms on the gazebo.
Nathan caught sight of her and his breath literally caught, not something he experienced often. She was exquisite in that dress. The quiet click of the camera sounded next to him but he was oblivious to Ferrol's picture taking. His hand slid along hers, linking them, and he smiled.
The words of the officiate washed over him in cadence, familiar yet strange, and he and she replied in the proper places. It was almost surreal, but his feet were firmly grounded at the same time.