Something in Red
I don't own anything, not even the title, that belongs to Angela Kaset, I just heard it and thought 'Fan Fic!'
Happy 2007! I wanted to get this up earlier this week but I didn't have internet access.
Also, just have to add that some of what Sara thinks in this chapter is based on me… I really didn't realise that there were special shoes for brides!
Chapter Three: Something in White
Sara couldn't believe that she was standing here right now. So many weeks of planning and preparation had finally come together. She'd never imagined all this.
When she was younger and other girls were planning their dream weddings to their dream guys she was reading science books and crime novels.
Grissom hadn't made a great overblown gesture when he proposed. It was like everything he did; well planned, logically thought out, and supported by strong evidence.
Somewhere between there and here things had begun to grow. Grissom had mentioned that he liked the idea of a traditional wedding and that on the day he proposed he'd imagined Sara wearing a white gown.
Sara had become fixated on that, determined to make it a perfect day. Unfortunately the wedding launched months of debate. Who knew that being a bride was so difficult? Sara found herself trying to make choices between seemingly identical dresses, was forced to argue her case for whether or not she should wear a veil, and had to learn what made bridal shoes so different from regular shoes.
As things began to snowball Sara started wondering what all the fuss was for. Surely all that mattered was that she and Grissom were going to announce to their friends and family that they loved each other and intended to spend the rest of their lives together.
When Catherine first found out that they were dating she had told Sara that she didn't believe Grissom would ever get married, until he revealed his feelings for Sara. It had been a common theme when they announced their engagement; everyone thought that they were perfect for each other.
The dress dilemma was solved when Sara met Grissom's mother. The older woman expressed her hopes that Sara would consider wearing her old wedding dress. At first Sara wasn't sure, but the first time she tried it on it fitted as though it had been made for her, and the way that it caught the light…
With a sigh Sara fixed the clip in her hair and smoothed down the silky folds of her dress. She didn't care what other people said or thought about them. Today their closest friends were waiting just outside to watch as the formerly secret relationship was made officially official.
She gave herself one last glance in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the door; ready to walk down the aisle at last.
