So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just throw me down hard
And drown me in love
She does end up having her perfect wedding ceremony when it comes to it. There's only the two of them, escorted obviously by their parents and the couple formed by the best man and the maid of honour. It all takes place on a warm June morning in a small garden they discovered by chance going to a morning show.
Unlike last time, she beams walking down the aisle, with her fathers proudly escorting her to the man she had somehow fallen in love with after years and years of loathing and cynicism on her behalf (though he had admitted reciprocating the feeling once they had gotten together). Mother looked adoringly to her only daughter, finally making a choice for herself and standing up for herself for once: she had some doubts about the boy at the beginning, but he had proved himself worthy of her baby's affections.
And this time, when she reads her vows and says "I do" she's not on the brinks of tears and she is not watching her all life tumble down in front of her eyes. She actually sees a whole new life beginning for her, one where she'll be able to chose how to act and how to behave without the constant fear of being judged. She'll still consider Upper East Side her home, but she now also knows that there's something beyond it and that's something he made her realize.
He watches her slide across the garden smiling up at him, her curves embraced by the most beautiful wedding dress his mother-in-law could ever produce and her hair cascading down her shoulder, only a simple daisy decorating it. She has no tiara on this time, she's not becoming a princess but she still looks like a queen to him: she's the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, even though it has taken him years to notice. He too had had his mind clouded by feisty, tall blondes for years, and he had never truly noted how that hateful brunette only needed someone to talk to. And hopefully, he was going to be that someone for the rest of their lives.
She stands next to him, mirroring his own grin when the preacher says they are officially man and wife; it was only a few minutes earlier that he got to read his own vows, written and spoken by himself alone, and not for someone else. And she laughs when he reminds her how it all started and all the secrecy and all the bantering they had to go through to get here and he almost forgets how to breathe because that's her real way of laughing. She's not pretending, not anymore.
And when they end up in that UES' restaurant to have their wedding luncheon and Rufus holds up his glass to "Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Waldorf-Humphrey", they can't help but look at each other and kiss.
