HI peoples!
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Flora and Helia are getting married first. You'll see whom comes next. :)
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the Winx Club charecters. I do have my own charecters in this story but they do not come into the picture quite yet.
"Helia, where should we go, to get married?" Flora asked.
"Anywhere you want, I guess." He answered with a smile.
"I want to go to Marigold." Flora said.
"Then Marigold it is."
"Can we go to tell my parents now?" Flora asked.
"Sure, love," Helia answered. The two got on Helia's Leva Bike (which, by the way, Flora was not a big fan of, but knew it was safe).
Marigold
"Mother, Father, me and-" Flora was saying.
"Flora! Sweetie!" Floras' mom came in.
"Hi, Mother. This is Helia." lora said smiling at Helia.
"Hello, Ma'am." Helia said.
"Hello, dear. I hope you make my Flora happy?" Flora's mother siad.
"Yes, Ma'am." He answered.
"Good. Flora, I'm sorry, your father isen't here, but he will be later tonight. Would you like to stay the night?"
"Oh, I'd love to!" Flora said eagerly. "Helia, would you like to stay as well?" She asked him.
"Sure, I'd love to." He answered.
"Good. Now, I need to leave now, but Serge will take you to your rooms." Floras mother left, and Serge, Floras' mothers' servent, toke them to their rooms.
"Why are you so up-tight by Mother?" Flora asked.
"I'm not." He answered.
"Yes you are, Helia, we've known eachother long enough to know." Flora insisted.
"Okay, I am..." Helia admited with a smile.
"Why?" Flora asked. Helia grinned.
"I don't know. I guess she makes me nervous, that's all."
"Well, you've nothing to worry about. She'll perfectly fine with us getting married, I'm sure." Flora said with a confident voice and smile.
"Here we are." Serge said.
"Thank you, Serge, be sure to tell Mother thank you as well." Flora smiled.
"Yes, Ma'am." Serge said as he left the for the Parlor. Flora and Helia continued their talk.
"Are you sure?" Helia asked.
"Possitive," Flora answered. Flora went into the room on the right, Helia into the one on the left.
"'Night, love." Helia said.
"Goodnight, sweet." Flora answered.
However, the next day when Flora announced she was marrying Helia, her mother had no problem. She was happy...
"NO." Flora's father said.
"Father, please!" Flora begged.
"No, and that is finnal. You are not going to marry that... that..."
"Now, dear," Flora's mother said.
"Do not 'Now, dear,' me! I will not let my daughter marry that-"
"Father, please! Do not call him what I know you will call him. He's nce, sweet, loving and I am marrying him, wether you like it or not! I'm 20, Father, I do not any longer have to ask your permission. All I ask is your
blessing." Flora said sweetly, trying not to cry.This decesion was held in her parents' room, and Helia was not there.
"Well, you shall not have it! I told you, Maryanne, to arrange her a marrage with that nice Sky boy..."
"Mother! Stop him! I do not want to marry Sky, and I highly, HIGHLY doubt he want to marry me!" Flora exclaimed.
"Dear, you know Prince Sy?"
"Yes, mother, I do, and one of my best friends love him, I could not marry him if I wanted to!"
"Well, what about his friend, Brandon?"
"NO! Stella loves him."
"How do you know them?" Her father demanded.
"Alfea. They went to Red Fountain." Flora answered.
"Well," her father considered. "What about that nice boy-"
"NO! I want to Marry Helia, and ONLY Helia!" Flora snapped.
"Well, then, you do NOT under any conditions, nor will you ever have mine or your mothers blessing!" Her father answered sharply.
"Now, dear, Flora has my blessing," Floras' mother siad.
"Thank you, Mother." Flora said thankfully.
"Now, Maryanne, do you see what happens when we do not-"
"FATHER! I would have broken the arrangment anyways!" Flora said, storming out of the room in anger and in tears.
"How di-" Helia bagane, but stopped his self. "Not so well, huh?" He asked, hugging her.
"No," Flora said tearfully. "But I do not care."
But of course she did.