Molly climbed the stairs to Sherlock's house with heavy steps, she knew she should intervene at this point but she really hoped she wouldn't be the one who stand between him and his plans. She tried to put John and Greg in the first line, but even Mycroft couldn't put an end to this madness. No one could.
She stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before she put a wide smile on her face and entered.
"Hi sweeoOOH!" She stopped at the door step with wide eyes enable to complete her sentence. John had told her how Sherlock turned 221B baker street to his own wedding –more like war- room where he planned their wedding day, but she wasn't prepare to what she saw.
Sherlock divided the living room to sections. In the walls he put dozens of photos of shades of mint and peach colors with big Red Cross on some of them. Next to them photos of bridesmaids' dresses and different suits styles with different colors. The floor held over twenty napkins each one folded differently than the other. The wedding cake topper wasn't neglected in this weird meeting as she stopped counting at number twenty four. She ignored the flowers corners so she wouldn't lose her mind over the view of them.
The only missing thing was her fiancé, as she heard him shouting over the phone in the kitchen.
"The sample you served to us was in one word a disaster, if you couldn't balance the taste of strawberry and vanilla in a small simple sample, how can I trust you to bake our four tier wedding cake, you sir deserve only one word from me and the word is FIRED" he said the last word while entering the living room to find Molly standing in the middle of it, looking to him with wide eyes and opened mouth.
"Hi sweetie," he said casually with a smile after hanging up the phone, he walked to her and kissed her slightly, the only reaction she could give him was an awkward grin.
"I see now where you spend all those times, I thought you were in cases with John" she tried to act casually.
"Oh no! No time for this at all! Too many decisions to make" he said heading to the colors corner.
"But I'm sure you need to have a break from all this dull details, why don't you pick a nice case to cheer you a little" she walked to him and touched his arm to gain his attention back; he looked to her and frowned deeply.
"Molly I'm doing this for us, I want you to have a wedding day that is described with no less than perfect" he gave her his puppy eyes face.
"Sweetie I don't need a perfect wedding" she chuckled and held his hand, "I just want to marry you, for the love of god, I would take your hand now and run to Gibraltar to get married!"
He looked to her with no emotions on his face at first, she believed her assuring him that she really didn't care about all these silly details would put an end to all of this madness, but suddenly a frown began to show on his face and it turned to a childish pout, he pulled his hand from hers.
"THE HELL WE WILL!" He whined, "I won't get married every day! I want a wedding, nope, dismiss that, I NEED A PERFECT WEDDING" He whined even more with each passing second, he looked more as a petulant child his mother told him he couldn't get his favorite toy.
"Now" he turned again to the corner of colors "your bridesmaids' dresses color doesn't match with the flowers on the cake and we need to solve this dilemma."
"Dear lord" was only what Molly could murmur with petrified eyes.