Here Comes the Bride Sally’s wedding dress was modest in design but extravagant in essence. The pure white fabric encased her lovingly, laying flat across her chest just low enough to expose her well-defined collarbones and a little shoulder but nothing else. The sleeves spanned three-fourths of the way down her arm and flared out as they approached their end. The skirt fell close (but not immodestly close) to her ships as it stretched toward the floor, but did not stop there. The floral lace that covered the entirety of it continued on behind her in a marvelous train, giving a good six feet more to her occupancy of the floor.
If she was going to do this, she was going to put on a proper show.
It was a rather large wedding party, with eight standing on either side of the aisle. For her, it was her best friend and maid of honor Nora, her sisters-in-law Sophie and Ginger, her sisters Desiree, Eden, and Peyton, her cousin Catherine, and the groom’s sister Lisa. Their dresses were pink in alternating light and dark shades, which she had specifically chosen because Catherine happened to look terrible in light pink but she thought a darker shade might be more flattering to Peyton. Sally was grateful for the opportunity to finally utilize her long-ingrained knowledge of color and fashion to make Catherine look bad; she was the golden child, and the one that Grandmother most often used to criticize Sally’s life choices, so she was glad to set Mrs. Catherine Cohen back a peg.
And on the other side of the aisle would be the groomsmen. The best man was her brother Asher, and the other groomsmen were as follows: cousin of the groom Norman, boyhood friend of the groom Lyle, cousin of the bride Marcus, brothers of the bride Ryan, Arnold, and Jake. Oh, and Braxton, the man she had legally married the day before. But that was fine, because the groom, Gideon Atwood, was also legally married, and to the best man.
Today’s display was, as mentioned, all just a show. A way to get their families off of their collective backs. Gideon was the only son of his family, and Sally’s grandmother was getting relentless about her marital status. But since she couldn’t socially marry her Muggle boyfriend, and Gideon could not come out, they had found this unconventional arrangement as good as it could get.
Sally gave herself one last glance over in the mirror and pulled down her veil, an equally dramatic lace piece. She took a breath as the music began. The flower girls, her cousin Lavender and niece Charlotte, would be starting the procession, followed by the parents and grandparents in attendance and the ring bearers, her nephews Stanley and Wally. She opened the door to her changing room and smiled to find her step-father standing there waiting. Jeffrey O’Malley was more father to her than Ross Manger had ever been, and she was glad to have Jeffrey here to walk beside her. Accepting his arm, they began the long walk down the aisle.
She knew she ought to keep her gaze focused primarily on Gideon as they processed, to keep the show alive. It was impressive, she thought, that he managed to tear up at the sight of her, although maybe that wasn’t entirely acting; Gideon was an amazing friend, and he was definitely a cryer, so maybe he was genuinely in awe at her appearance, just not in a romantic sense. But she let herself glance at Braxton, looking dashing and yet so wrong all done up in dress robes, his hair pulled away from his face in a respectable low ponytail. And he too had tears. His, she had no doubt, were true, and it inspired a few to dot her own well-caked cheeks. She absolutely hated to do this, but it was manageable as long as Braxton was still beside her. And then she looked at the girls standing up for her, and she saw just how bad the light pink dress looked on Catherine, and she knew that everything was going to be okay.
OOC: All mentions of other people’s characters discussed and approved with their authors. Feel free to post at the ceremony or at the reception (just as ludicrously showy and fancy) if you feel so inclined - this is a pretty big society event and Pureblood families of good standing would have been invited. Enjoy our little charade!