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Zoë Fox | ♠ Eight of Spades ♠ ([personal profile] headfollowheart) wrote in [community profile] houseofcards_rp2013-04-06 12:31 am

[OTA] We Are Gathered Here | The Fox-Kattalakis Wedding



A few things had gone wrong, honestly. There had been some confusion in the morning when they’d arrived to decorate the church - a few bouquets on the altar, some green and blue ribbons twined around a few of the posts - and it’d been locked. She’d managed to leave Spade Castle with her dress, veil, the coin from his mother strung on a thin leather thong, the emerald silk sash and Victor’s ring - but of all things, she’d managed to leave her shoes in their box in the closet, and Chives had had to go back for that. Hadyn looked a little green from his adventure shanghaiing Victor with Ben and Elisha, her cousin Sara had in usual Sara fashion managed to break the heel on her left shoe. Nerves finally hit as Chives was braiding her hair, and by the time the veil was settled over the smooth curls, her nails had left indents in her palms.

In the end, though, it was pretty much perfect. Two of her closest friends preceded her down the aisle in soft blue dresses with forget-me-nots in their braided hair and small posies in their hands. She’d walked towards her fiance on her brother’s arm with her hands full of spring flowers, and after the words were said and Victor lifted the veil, they were married. It only felt a little different than before, Zoe thought as their brief kiss ended. But it was different; she was Zoe Fox.

Zoe Fox knew, of course, that Victor Fox would have preferred them to just slip back to their apartment - no big party, no flowing wine and hors d'oeuvres - but she’d wanted something. And he’d given her carte blanche in the end, really; she’d chosen the small reception room that opened out into the Castle gardens, she’d picked the combination of hyacinths, hydragea, and lily of the valley for the table arrangements, the Greek-flavored menu of spanakopita, wild green and strawberry salad, linguine primavera and herb-encrusted lamb. She’d pored over cake designs until she finally picked a vanilla bean cake with strawberry puree filling, decorated in vanilla buttercream. She’d pruned the list of friends, family and acquaintances who might be expected to be invited to the wedding reception until they numbered barely fifty.

Under the strict supervision of Chives, of course the reception looked perfect, she thought as they arrived, and she smiled as she slipped her hand into Victor’s arm and the full skirt of her dress swirled against both of their legs. Perfect, though perfect didn’t matter quite so much to her right now.

eucre: (→ young and sweet)

[personal profile] eucre 2013-04-07 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely. Definitely. Necessessess-- yup." Nodnod seriously.
piqued: (the good old days)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-04-08 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Necessary. Necessarily. Necessity."

But, you know. He's nudging her along. And... following.
eucre: (→ feel the beat)

[personal profile] eucre 2013-04-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's surprisingly easy to slip her hand into his, pull him along to where the cake is, take a slice and offer him a forkful. This is being a good sister, right?
piqued: (the good old days)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-04-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
It is. And being a good brother is leaning down to take a bite, flicking her hair affectionately back over her shoulder. "Handle the rest yourself, dear?"
eucre: (→ having the time of your life)

[personal profile] eucre 2013-04-09 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "Piper will be good. She promises."
piqued: (it is immaculately so)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-04-09 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Y' tell Mrs Fox she looks lovely an' thank her for the cake, aye? Then o' wi' you." Like a good girl. His good little sister.
eucre: (→ only seventeen)

[personal profile] eucre 2013-04-11 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
“Yes, Brother.” She nods obligingly before taking another small nibble of cake, because eating daintily is a must in the midst of such fanciness.