[OTA] Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts

[onlytolerable]

(Fitzgerald-Berthier Wedding)

It's been a long road from asking to wedding, Sophie thinks as she watches the stylist add the last touches to her hair. Adrien had wanted the wedding close to Sophie's birthday, but then Silas had talked about stepping down and there was the very real chance Cadogan might have been asked to fill his shoes. They'd decided to postpone. Then there'd been Lotty - and another postponing. She looks at the ceiling and wills tears away. The last thing her sister would have wanted was to ruin an excuse for a perfectly good party.

And so here they are, with Sophie looking like an Edwardian lady in Claire Pettibone and her bridesmaids like iced petit fours in sage and peach respectively. Other than the butterflies performing an aerial show in her stomach, she's surprisingly free of nerves. Nothing has felt so right to her as loving Adrien. The wedding is just one more step in that, a chance to tell the world how she feels. She's even stopped worrying about tripping down the aisle.

Not that Cadogan, who she'd asked to escort her down the aisle, would ever allow that to happen. No, she arrives safe in one piece before he leaves her side to take up his place as Adrien's Best Man. He looked handsome in his morning suit, though not so handsome as the groom. She gives Adrien a blinding smile, one that's returned to her full-force. He's been like a kid at a candy store ever since they'd begun planning. Utterly sweet, she thinks, and, well... surprising. She feels stupidly gooey inside (like one of those ridiculous romance heroines) just knowing he wants this as much as she does. Not that he'll hear that from her, at least not without prying. A woman needs to have some secrets.

All in all, she thinks later as she and Adrien leave the chapel as newly married couple, everyone and everything looks lovely. The chapel has never smelled so sweet as it has today with the profusion of peonies, roses and hyacinths. Sitara has never looked so adorable as she does in her sage flower girl dress. Adrien can't have been more charming and handsome.

A day made of superlatives, with an equally astounding evening ahead of them. She brushes a soft kiss along her--her husband's!--cheek. Never has anyone been so lucky.

Comments

[petitechoti]

"Really? Papa's pretty short, then." She thinks about that, then adds on, "or you and Mama and Auntie are all very tall." Another pause as she looks back down at her toes before saying decisively, "these could be useful."

[headfollowheart]

"He's surrounded by Amazons, poor man." Adrien's not actually all that short, but the Deck seems composed of tall people. "He and your Uncle Cadogan are about the same height, aren't they? And you wouldn't ever call him short, I think." She doesn't know the Jack that well, but he's one of those people who sort of projects height and a sort of stern kind of looming. It's amazing he and Victor don't get along better, really.

She tilts her head, glancing up to make sure Adrien isn't paying attention. "If you want, we can look for a pair in your side in the new year."

[petitechoti]

"Daddy's a little taller than Papa. But... they're close." She perks up at Zoe's suggestion, eyes brightening. "Do you think so? I don't think I'll need them yet, but it would be nice. Then I could be taller than all the boys at school."

[headfollowheart]

"Being taller than the boys is always a plus." Though she would have to wear serious heels to be taller than either Victor or Hadyn, honestly. There was something to be said about being a little shorter, too. "Later, I'll show you how to kick them in the shins with your heel, so they have to hop on one leg. Sometimes that's pretty useful too."