Who: Art, Rarity, & All Invited Guests When: 6pm, March 1st Where: The Pier What: A wedding! Rating: Low Closed--I realize this is an event taking place in a public location, but it is otherwise invite only. Please ask me via email if you want to join. Ongoing
Note: Guests are welcome to post their arrival, etc, etc, but this thread is the ceremony and the reception will be held in another thread--which is dated for tomorrow night.
Rarity felt as if she hadn't been able to eat a single thing all day due to nerves. It was not easy preparing this kind of surprise, and a part of her at this last minute wondered if this was even a good surprise. Fortunately, she took care of everything. Literally, everything. She had woken up horrifically early to go and decorate the pier, all of which she had otherwise done on her own. Rarity supposed she should have asked for help from her friends, as that is what friends were for as they say, but she was happy in the quiet of the morning tide to put up the archway and chairs. She lay down a delicate carpet and wrapped ribbons around a tall table which would later upon their arrival hold rings, vow cards, and Rarity's bouquet.
Wedding being so small, Rarity had decided not to take on any bridesmaids. She felt it might also be unfair to Art, who had such a small guest list, if he would have no groomsmen. It was not the grand gala of weddings but for her as the hours ticked by, it felt perfect. At about seven in the morning Rarity returned to their home down at the other end of the beach where she went about her day with Art as normal. At five she had to make an "emergency" trip to her clothing shoppe, leaving Art with the first portion of the surprise. His suit. A beautiful, luxurious, warm weather suit hung on a hook within the bathroom. It was the color of sand, a white shirt, and a cerulean blue tie, a fashionable but not over-the-top pocket square of purple was put into the breast pocket. To direct him, Rarity had left envelopes around the house. "Go to the bedroom," they would all ready. On the bed stood a card and read as follows...
My dearest Art, I have waited my entire life for a day like this. I have dreamed of my gown, his suit, my hair, his smile. I imagined who might be waiting for me at the end of the aisle, what he may do or be, how he may look. Never in my dreams had I seen you, the truly perfect man. I could not have possibly dreamed up anyone as wonderful for even in my dreams I think I thought it impossible to find a Prince. I have met Princes, they are not so princely. Yet, there is you, who has become my protector and savior in a strange place, the man I will marry.
Today.
I hope this is a surprise you will not regret or hate. I have invited our closest of friends to the Pier for six-thirty this afternoon. I have left to go and dress. It would be a curse to see me in my dress too early. Your suit hangs in the washroom. A corsage is in the refrigerator if you would like it, but it is not necessary. Waiting at the pier for you will be our friends, who are aware this is your surprise. At the arch and alter are cards with vows upon them, for if you wish to read off. I suppose the one thing I could not have done for you is write your vows, and so those that I have written are the promises I read upon the Internet.
I will see you at half past six.
I love you.
Signed, The Soon-to-Be Missus Arthur Fitzwilliam
All that had been left to do, now, was meet their guests at the Pier...If only Rarity could stop feeling so nervous. She was elated and fearful he may not like the surprise. She put makeup upon her face, a beautiful powder that made her glow, a rich lipstick. She put up her hair in a dazzling braid and adorned the hair with sparkling rhinestones (not flowers as shown). She dressed in a whimsical gown that made her appear even slimmer, taller, with the way it flowed and the train followed behind her. With a last check in the mirror, admiring herself and the jewelry Art had given her for the holiday, Rarity smiled. It was difficult for her not to cry with joy. She looked forward to seeing her friends, to celebrating this time in her life. She was broken up her parents, silly and strange as they were, would never see this moment, that her sister did not have her big sister's wedding to gauge upon her own as guidance. She was blissful all the same.
Stepping into a pair of tall, rich violet satin heels, Rarity left her shoppe all dressed up at six fifteen. The woman took her time to arrive at the pier, wanting to make sure guests had plenty of time to arrive and chatter if they liked, giving Art time to decide and make his way there, himself. At six thirty she wait at the start of the pier where the sand turned to wood and looked down the length to the very end where she had set up everything, checking for her friends and for her soon to be husband.