…Spring 1884…

A large outdoor gazeebo shined in the sunlight. The early morning set a dew on the many roses and lilies placed around the seats. It was a wedding. Full of white chairs and a long white carpet in the middle. Many guests started to arrive, dressed in fine spring attire; dresses and gowns of light coral, pink, lavender and blue. The gentleman wore ties and suits in light fashionable taste for the warm sun. All was full of light until a large human carriage pulled up and halted. Underneath, as it pulled to a stop, two badgers ran to the entrance of the wedding procession. A small grey rat smiled. He was dressed in a fine white tailored suit with a small purple flower inserted in the lapel. He greeted the two badgers, who stood taller than him "Ah Vald Salazar! Good to see you well.. happy that the ride here was decent from the bustling city. And who is this young man.. Certainly not little Damion?"

The older badger moved out of the way to reveal his son. He was tall and lanky, but with slight broad shoulders. He was a spitting image of his father who answered by Vlad, but had grey cold eyes. He sighed and looked around "I have not seen you for a very long time Reginald… how have you been?"

"I've been fine.." he waved over to his wife, a light brown rat, tall and slender. Her face was covered in makeup and she held up her head in a snooty fashion. She was proud and beautiful.. and she knew it. She lightly waved as she talked to a couple. "My wife Gwen has been in hysterics all these months.. with wedding planning and all."

A smile crept on Vlad's face "Well, I can see why.. the wealthiest cheese factory owner and your daughter to wed.. What else could cause such womanly hysterics." Damion swiftly grabbed a champagne glass from a server, his lonely black suit shining in the sun "Carmella is truly a lucky woman. With a lucky future ahead of her."

Reginald fixed his tie "Well it was a true struggle to get her to even say yes. She wasn't very enthused when we brought up the subject of marriage to her. I feel bad for pushing her to merge.. but her mother has insisted and she is well on her way to becoming a happy wife." He laughed with them. Joining them in a cheers with their champagne glass.

"I wouldn't be so proud.. Carmella has a very indecisive personality, it would be a pity if she had cold feet." Damion said, softly nudging his father, who smiled in return. Vlad patted Reginald on the back "Well I'm sure that she's made up her mind.. after all 'family over matters of the heart' eh?" he walked with his son "Come along Damion.. We will see you after the wedding."

Vlad whispered "We have known the Malone's for a very long time.."

"Did you think they would ask me if I wanted any part in this union? Idiots..." he muttered as he sat in his seat.

"Easy my son.. you will have your chance, once it arrives." Vlad sat and took a long sigh.

The wedding procession started. The many well-known and even richest mice known. The small orchestra played as a tall and broad shouldered rat stood at the altar. He had bright amber eyes that brought out his cream colored fur. He was not smiling, he simply stood uninterested in the ordeal. He looked over at his parents, who forced him to smile. The orchestra started to swell as the flower girl threw red rose petals down the white carpeted aisle. The wedding march began to play, everyone stood for the bride.. Everyone stood in wide eyes as the march continued to play, it was a beautiful moment, given that the bride was on her way.

The march kept playing down the aisle as the guests began to murmur among themselves:

One lady whispered "Where is she?"

Another older man squinted "Can we sit down now?"

Reginald sat next to his wife, who quickly stood up. he motioned to the band to cut the music and started down the aisle as Gwen grabbed his sleeve "She was supposed to come right when the march started! Where in the world is she?!"

"Easy my darling.. I'm sure she's coming.. I am sure she is just doing some final touches." he nervously headed down the aisle and walked to two of the bridesmaids, who were assigned to hold on to her train as the bride walked. They both nervously whispered in his wide ears with tufts of grey at the ends. They twitched as he calmed down the girls and ran back down to the end of the aisle, standing next to the disgruntled groom and a confused priest.

"Everyone calm down please." Reginald said "Because of some certain circumstances that have arrived today.. we must postpone the wedding." Everyone began to talk and murmur among themselves once again. Some of the ladies had grown impatient and began to gossip. He calmed them down "Please do not panic! Are we not mice without some imperfections?"

Gwendolyn, Reginald's wife stood up "What imperfections?!"

He faced her, speaking loud enough to make the guests listen "A runaway bride."

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