Long, winding hair
Disclaimer: Me no own Sailor Moon. Me want more potato, three not 'nough.
The wedding was a glamorous affair; the groom, a young businessman coming up in the world, had spared no expense…of his in-laws. The bride was the vision of loveliness in her sequined western gown, her grandfather and sole living relative standing at attention in more traditional attire. The highlight of the day had to be the young groom, though.
Jet black hair, eyes of ocean blue. Women would talk to him just for the pleasure of having their name on his tongue. His charm more than made up for the fact that he was a fish among sharks. His father had lost a great amount of money in the last crash and killed himself, the burden of his guilt carrying over to and dishonoring his family. Whispers were that he was lucky to have found such a bride.
In truth, her grandfather was an old friend of his father's, who hadn't given up on the driven young man. He not only offered him a chance to start over in his business firm, he offered his only grandchild as well.
The bride was a beauty, mature but with a touch of naivety. She had been at finishing school until just recently, her dating record was slim.
The day was profitable all around.
The white day continued perfectly, not even the odd wisp of cloud daring to cross the sun. Late into the evening, the couple said their goodbyes to the last of the guests and set off in his late-model car. They laughed tiredly as they pulled into their drive, the groom carrying his bride over the threshold like in an old western movie they had seen on their first date. She giggled charmingly and tripped to the next room to remove her veil. He stayed behind, fiddling with his cufflinks.
"Darling, we're all set for tomorrow, I packed everything in your suitcase. Don't worry, I packed your little things, too, but why you'd need hand weights on a cruise ship I'll never know."
He hmm-d a response.
"I don't suppose we could stop off to say goodbye to my grandfather? It seems silly to leave for so long without thanking him one more time, don't you think?"
"Very silly, yes." He agreed, admiring himself in the hallway mirror.
"I canceled the paper, Motoki said he wouldn't be able to make it out twice a week like he first offered." She stepped through the doorway, veil in her hand.
"I can't find the hat-box, darling, do you remember where this silly girl put it?"
He turned to look at her. She stood framed in the doorway, blue eyes beseeching him, long yellow hair spilling out of its buns.
He opened his mouth and let out a long, piercing scream.
Author's note: This is based on a classical story, and a shiny new penny to the sharp lad or lass who can guess which! This is just a teaser, more to come soon.