Hello! Here's another story - but this one is not going to be a one-shot! I hope you enjoy this!
The End
Violet's eyes were wide as she glanced nervously around. Awkwardly, she tucked a lock of silky hair behind her ear, glancing over her shoulder as she did so. Isadora grinned reassuringly, and Violet turned back. It was strange; you'd think that after all those years she would have become used to the constant staring, the whispers and surreptitious glances. But she hadn't. At least now they weren't cruel stares and frosty glances with mocking and gossiping whispers hidden behind them. No, now they were warm, inviting gazes, that made Violet swell with unexpected happiness. With a nervous smile, Violet stepped forward. One step, then another.
She looked ahead, and beamed at the man in front of her. He smiled back, and suddenly Violet wanted nothing more than to run forwards and hug him. Yes, she would hug Quigley Quagmire for everything he had ever done for her. She would hug him for recognising her in the mountains, for screaming her name as they were torn apart, for mentioning her in his telegram, and for never giving up on her, however long he had to wait. Another step. Then she would kiss him, as a way of saying thank you for all the white roses he had given her, for all the nights he had spent waiting in the rain, and for ever asking her to marry him.
Two more steps, and she had reached him. She clutched her bouquet tightly, her long fingers pressing into the flower-stems with unnecessary force. Leaning close to him, she whispered three words. It was untraditional, unorthodox and quite probably inappropriate, but Violet really couldn't care less.
'I love you.'
So, I'm going to have various memories leading up to their marriage. If you have any ideas PLEASE, PLEASE tell me!
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