Wedding Bells 3: Cordelia
Cordelia Chase squirmed anxiously as the beautician adjusted the stray curls that surrounded her face. Biting her lip, Cordelia twisted her neck to check on the progress the woman was making on her wedding day hairstyle. "Is it done yet?" Cordelia asked. "In a minute, Miss Chase," the woman answered. "I still have a few curls to make, and put on your veil." Cordelia sighed and glanced at her watch. All she had to do yet was dress, and she was ready for her wedding.
A tiny smile appeared on Cordy's face as she thought of her fiancee, the one she loved more than life itself. She remembered when he had proposed...
"I love you, Delia." "I love you too." "Will ya marry me, my love?" Cordelia began to cry. "Yes. Oh yes!" They embraced tightly, then their lips met and they kissed for the longest time. "Oh, I never thought ya would go out wi' me, much less marry me," he said. Cordelia laughed. "Well, it took me a while. I had to get past the way you dressed, the way you...well, the fact that you're half..." "Shhh, let's not talk about that now.." he whispered.
Cordelia smiled again, and twisted her engagement ring as the beautician finished her hair. Cordelia paid the woman and went to put on her wedding dress, a beautiful silk number from Tiffany's. She pulled on her hose and shoes, and made her way down the stairs of the hotel to the small chapel. He was already there, along with Angel and the judge. The reception was at night so Angel could be there. The judge got on with marrying the two and when it was over, Cordelia was the one to grab her new husband and kiss him.
That night, they lay in bed, cuddling after their lovemaking and tired from the busy day. Cordelia lay on her back, looking at the ceiling, thinking of the dark hair and blue eyes of the one she loved. "Oh, my Doyle..." she whispered as she fell asleep, thinking of the one she believed to be her husband. Her husband sat up at her words and got up to use the bathroom. As he washed his hands, he looked in the mirror. "It doesn't matter that she's lost her mind. It doesn't matter that she believes I'm Doyle. It only matters that I have her..." he thought. He grinned at his reflection. "Wesley, you're a smart man!"