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

[headfollowheart]

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.

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[sirforawhile]

"You let her hear that and she'll smack you one," he warns. "Gonna say she'll take care of herself thank you ver' much. Which we all know Fox'll help, but. Not what I mean." Pause. "S'gonna be weird, her being Mrs Fox. Instead of Kalla- Katti- you know."

[bluntforces]

"She'll smack me anyway. She's mean like that." Unlike Iggy, who was incredibly stable. Perhaps only because of mutually tipsy forces. "'s gonna be good, though, right? She's... I mean, you ever seen her this happy before?"

[sirforawhile]

He looks over to where the happy couple are... not there. Or over there or over there. Eventually he gives up and shrugs. Confirming right at that moment Zoe's happiness isn't necessary after having witnessed it for several hours. "I think she'll survive keeling over with happiness. Got a husband to carry her places now."

[bluntforces]

"But waddabout us, Iggy? Who's gonna carry us places?"

Which.

Zoe didn't, but.

Is that the point.

[sirforawhile]

...hm. This requires thought.

And a very pertinent question. "Can Riley lift you?"

[bluntforces]

See? This is a tricky mothertrucker.

"...I mean, mostly. More like... draggin' than liftin', really. 's that count?"

[sirforawhile]

"Nnnnno. I'd say you need to start training her on weightlifting." Dragging is not a conducive method of transport, alas.

[bluntforces]

"First thing t'morrow morning." As long as he's not distracted by a headache from today.

And as long as no one's singing under his window to make him want to throw things.

[sirforawhile]

Iggy can promise he won't be serenading anyone. He can't promise the same of any of his relations.

Assuming any of the Xius could figure out whether Evan was bunking at his or Riley's place, anyway.