alex whitman founded (thewhits) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2016-12-12 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | roswell: alex whitman (thewhits), roswell: isabel evans (autremonde) |
Who: Alex and Isabel ( with some Liz )
What: Gettin' married
Where: A church
When: Christmas Eve
Warnings: Dentist inducing sweetness from the bride and groom.
The day had finally come! He was going to marry the woman of his dreams. It took them over a decade to get to this point but who's counting? He was so thankful for this place called Storybrooke because it brought them together. In his world, she went to Antar, in hers, he died. It was destiny that they had both arrived there with in hours of each other so they could finally have a chance. He was all smiles as he got ready with the help of Maria and he was anxious to see what Isabel looked liked in the dress she chose. When he was done, he excused himself, saying he had to check on something, when really he tried to peek in on Isabel only to be stopped by the matron of honor. "Oh no you don't! Out. You'll have to wait" She insisted, spotting him as soon as he came into the room. Before he could even see his bride, his best friend was shoving him out the door and locking it. Welp, he had tried.