Narcissa Black's wedding was everything she was; delicate, pretty and proper.
Not that she minded of course; it was the sort of event she'd dreamed of since she was a little girl. The day she married would be the day she dressed up in a beautiful gown and walked through a garden decorated with crystal chandeliers and china cups and tea roses. Her sister would be there watching; of course, and everyone's eyes would be on her. The women would want to be her and the men would want her.
She did get that.
She got the lacy white robes that was tailored for her.
She got the classically decorated outdoor wedding she had desired.
Bellatrix was her maid of honour; though clad in a scantily cut dress.
Most of society did attend the event.
It was then and only then did she realize that none of it mattered much to her. She would have been just as happy with a quiet ceremony.
As long as Lucius Malfoy was her husband.
So when he pressed his lips against hers, her finger not yet used to the cold metallic feel of the wedding ring, Narcissa Malfoy née Black realized that she truly loved him.
And she would always love him.