3-for-1 surprise! I can't sleep.
Promises.
The steady beat of threading echoed throughout the library they had converted from Bonnie's room. Surrounded by grimoires and witch history books alike, Bonnie sat at her desk in day old sweats, whispering faintly to the fabric she was stitching.
"You can't seriously be making your own dress."
Bonnie looked up, thick rimmed glasses sliding down her nose; her black curls floated around her face in messy wisps. Caroline stood at the door, prim and proper in a sleek, black cocktail dress and heels.
"Our appointment is in an hour, Bonnie. Get changed!"
"I told you to cancel it, Care!" She turned back to her work and began whispering underneath her breath once again.
"I didn't think you actually meant it. Actually I was hoping. I mean, you've never made your own clothes before. Who would bet a wedding dress on…mending rips and tears."
"Just cancel it. This is more important."
Caroline pulled out her phone and tacked away at lightning fast speed. "Whatever, this is your wedding. I guess."
She checked and answered over a dozen messages as she stood at the door, foot tapping restlessly. "Who's else could it be? With less than 100 people gathering in the heart of a forest where probably thousands of people have been slaughtered, wearing a handmade dress from a half bit seamstress-"
"Caroline," Bonnie warned.
"I'm just saying…if you have the money you might as well use it. Even Damon is complaining about how layman it all is."
"Damon is a spoiled show-off."
"I heard that!" Damon yelled from across the hall.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and blew a pesky piece of hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry witch heritage is too poor for the both of you. We had to make our own dresses, whispering hopes of long, healthy life and love into the seams. The only place we could gather safely was the heart of the woods, because our enemies were too scared to travel into the darkness to find us. We didn't always have our family and friends with us, because of slavery or death- supernatural or not."
Caroline stopped typing. "I know…but you don't have to follow those traditions. Especially considering the circumstances."
"All the more reason to celebrate them. Besides Grams and Emily will be watching. And half bit seamstress? Harsh."
Caroline flipped her hair. "I hope I eat my words, for your sake."
Bonnie snorted, but continued to work.
"Speaking of eating," Caroline said. Her heels clacked on the wood flooring as she walked to the window. She peaked out of the white curtains and clapped excitedly. "Time for cake testing!"
"I'm busy here, Caroline!" Bonnie exclaimed with a mouth full of pins.
"Spit those out," Caroline commanded, opening her hand out. Bonnie spit the pins into her hand. "Now while I go wash my hands, you and Damon go meet Ceres."
"I said I was busy," Bonnie muttered under breath, but she stood up and let Caroline drag her out of the room. The frazzled bride-to-be made sure to spell the door shut before the unmistakable hand of her beloved gripped her around her waist and lifted her off of her feet. He planted a kiss on her lips.
"Cinderelly, Cinderelly. Your cake awaits."
Bonnie laughed as Damon sang a terrible rendition of "Be Our Guest"; he knew less than half of the words and ignored the fact that he was singing from the wrong Disney movie.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and still Damon carried Bonnie. They retreated to the backyard where Ceres's team had already set up a table for two. Violinists and even a harpist played in the corner of the lot.
"Is this a date?" Bonnie asked, eyes wide.
Damon set her down on her feet and settled for massaging her neck in present company. "Not with those clothes you're wearing."
"I tried to tell her to change," Caroline quipped. She breezed past them to the champagne bottle chilling by their table. "You know how she listens."
"You mean how she doesn't?" Damon quirked an eyebrow at Bonnie.
"You two aren't allowed to team up on me," Bonnie pouted, walking out of Damon's grasp. They followed Caroline to the table and Damon pulled out Bonnie's chair. "Thank you."
He pushed her in and sat beside her. Caroline filled two flute glasses with champagne and handed them to the couple.
"Now, shall we start Courtesy of Caroline's cake testing experience?"
I'm pretty sure Caroline will start an event planning business. Everyone on her team's name would start with a C
xoxoxo
