Patsy placed the last clip into her hair and stepped back to check herself in the mirror. Her cream trouser suit perfectly complimenting her skin tone, her white hair still long and pulled back off of her face in a half up half down style. Her red buttonhole and scarf a hint at her past self, she touched up her red lipstick to match. Neither of them ever thought this day would come, forty five years of waiting, after that admission from Delia after she stormed out of the Silver Buckle all those years ago. Patsy remembered the conversation like it was yesterday.
"You don't really want to get married do you?"
"Yes, more than anything. To you, you fool. But I can't so that's that"
They've been through so much since then, finding their flat, Delia's accident, losing the flat and Delia's memories. Months of care for Deels and her regaining her memory bit by bit to allow her to love all over again. Finding their new flat. Living as spinster friends all through the 60s, 70s and 80s before publicly acknowledging their relationship in the early nineties, both into their sixties and realising they didn't care what the world thought of them. To today 26th February 2006 their wedding day
They had some friends that knew before then of course, Trixie and Barbra knew many decades previously when Delia's memory returned, both realising that someone who was 'just a friend' would get so emotional and excited at being remembered again. Neither cared, and both said they weren't at all surprised, Patsy's fondness for checked shirts and capris pants apparently giving her away according to Trixie.
Patsy was brought out of her trip down memory lane by the living room door opening, she turned as Delia came in. She looked stunning as ever, her now salt and pepper hair pulled back and secured with a clasp given to them when Sister Monica Joan passed away - her something old. Her dress, a 50s style tea dress, similar to one she would have worn when they first lived together, white with blue spots - something new. Her walking stick, not technically hers, a loan from Barbra for today, Delia didn't want to be confined to her wheelchair on our wedding day- something borrowed. Her eyes still with the same sparkle despite her seventy years - something blue.
"Will I do" her Welsh accent as strong as ever and she smiled at Patsy.
"You'll more than do my darling" Patsy stepped towards her and kissed her lips softly.
"You look beautiful" Delia whispered as she took Patsy's hand with her free one.
"Shall we do it?" Patsy asked.
"Yes, let's get married"