She tugged the wedding dress snugger around her thin frame and watched her soon to be husband from just out of sight; he looked absolutely stunning: glasses bright against pale skin, dark suit, making his skin shine under the candelabra of the still much too big house that she still found difficult to find her way around.
Kyoya looked as if he was debating whether the guests were the right kind of guests or whether the candelabra was too much for a wedding.
Tohru nervously tugged her dress closer as she finally felt Shigure appear by her side, standing in place of the father role since her soon to be father in law had actually refused to do so.
She walked carefully, conscious of how prone to falling she tended to be while trying to focus on the gentle and slow pacing of the song that Tamaki played carefully on the piano as if purposely meeting a long lost love as she descended softly down the stairs and slowly enveloping her in its loving arms.
Tohru watched as Kyoya's eyes trained in on her, tracing the planes of her face and carefully analyzing the dress that she'd chosen to wear for this momentous day.
She wondered how this had came to be, how someone like him had long since claimed her heart as if it was an impossible feat in and of itself.
Kyoya calculated and analyzed everything though he carefully chose his words and love did manage to seep into every crack and pore of his heart over time, taking this relationship from burdensome and unbeneficial to a loving, genuine one.
Tohru wondered if she could somehow float away within the intense pools of his eyes as he stared her down from the altar and drift into the most ideal and loving home that awaited her.
She'd never really imagined anything like this and becoming an Ohtori had never been on her list of things that she'd dreamed of or wanted to accomplish yet today she'd marry the third son of the Ohtori family.
Tohru's breath left in a gentle daze of air as she moved closer, holding her dress carefully with help from her bridesmaids that were behind her, Arisa Uotani, Saki Hanajima, and Kagura stood by her.
She felt the breathless way that she found her eyes drawn to Kyoya as he pressed gingerly against her and smiled at the softness of their vows; her eyes sparkled with unshed tears as he kissed her, solidifying their marriage together.
Tohru's skin tingled at the touch as her eyes fluttered closed for once and as the room cheered at the romantic display, not at all minding as the world slowly shifted and changed around them.
Her breath billowed out when he pulled away with the loving way he stared at her now, all calculating eyes gone now.
She pressed closer as they turned to face the audience before the world shifted and changed around them, becoming the mind numbingness of the party that was already changing everything.