Tinker Bell was absolutely radiant at the news, especially considering Christine had asked her out of anyone else she might know. That meant a lot to the tiny fairy. She was glad someone felt comfortable enough to confide something within her, and she was determined not to tell anyone. Not even Rufio, her own Pan.
"When is the marriage?" Tink chimed, curiously, "and where do I need to meet you?" She inquired, chiming away, rubbing her tiny hands together.
She looked down at her dress, then back up at Christine, wondering what she was going to be required to wear. The woman had graciously extended her wardrobe, but she didn't have anything fancy for such an occasion.