Food was done--both the wedding cake (as requested very traditional with tiers and white frosting . . . though less traditional in the tiny moving figurines of the bride and groom that had been purchased at the Star Market) and the groom's cake (chocolate with white chocolate ganache filling and bright yellow fondant, shaped like a lightning-bolt). Ashlyn was with the sitter. Wedding present was wrapped.
What was she forgetting?
Mabry glanced down and saw her baking-stained flannel shirt and stirrup pants. Right. Clothes.
She'd set aside a green velvet broomstick skirt and brown satin tunic with a brighter green sash. She changed into them quickly and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before securing it with a pale green ribbon. There. Now she was ready.
She hurried downstairs to collect her own husband (could it really be nearly two years?) and hurried out to the wedding location, where she slipped into a row and smiled to herself. She was so glad that those two were getting married. She'd always thought they would be a good couple, had smiled when they actually got together, and then had subtly poked Brandon into proposing at the Halloween party. And now, here they all were.
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Date: 2009-09-17 02:17 am (UTC)What was she forgetting?
Mabry glanced down and saw her baking-stained flannel shirt and stirrup pants. Right. Clothes.
She'd set aside a green velvet broomstick skirt and brown satin tunic with a brighter green sash. She changed into them quickly and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before securing it with a pale green ribbon. There. Now she was ready.
She hurried downstairs to collect her own husband (could it really be nearly two years?) and hurried out to the wedding location, where she slipped into a row and smiled to herself. She was so glad that those two were getting married. She'd always thought they would be a good couple, had smiled when they actually got together, and then had subtly poked Brandon into proposing at the Halloween party. And now, here they all were.
It was good.