p dir="ltr"The wedding happens far too soon for their liking. A garish formal affair that had been hastily arranged to show off his father's wealth more than anything./p
p dir="ltr"Violet's mother sits in the front row dressed in a mournful black away from her husband. She does not approve of the marriage but according to Violet is too weak willed to prevent it./p
p dir="ltr"As Violet moves up the isle towards the registrar her mother stops her and takes her hand squeezing it tightly. From where he sits Mycroft can barely make out her voice but is almost certain the older woman says "You will wish yourself dead dear" as she gazes sadly at her teenage daughter dressed in an expensive and ill tasteful designer scarlet dress./p
p dir="ltr"Violet makes no promises on her wedding day and does not smile, not even when Siger drops his ring by accident./p
p dir="ltr"Mycroft sits at the back of the room, his eyes focused on the wedding dress and the beautiful woman in it as he watches the small charade of a ceremony. He sits there and cannot help contemplating how much easier this would be to watch if he hated her or felt nothing at all. Instead his heart rips to pieces as he decides caring is not an advantage./p
p dir="ltr"His hands curl into tight fists atop his thighs, as he keeps his face guardedly neutral as he watches his father marry the woman he loves./p
p dir="ltr"Violet's mother sits in the front row dressed in a mournful black away from her husband. She does not approve of the marriage but according to Violet is too weak willed to prevent it./p
p dir="ltr"As Violet moves up the isle towards the registrar her mother stops her and takes her hand squeezing it tightly. From where he sits Mycroft can barely make out her voice but is almost certain the older woman says "You will wish yourself dead dear" as she gazes sadly at her teenage daughter dressed in an expensive and ill tasteful designer scarlet dress./p
p dir="ltr"Violet makes no promises on her wedding day and does not smile, not even when Siger drops his ring by accident./p
p dir="ltr"Mycroft sits at the back of the room, his eyes focused on the wedding dress and the beautiful woman in it as he watches the small charade of a ceremony. He sits there and cannot help contemplating how much easier this would be to watch if he hated her or felt nothing at all. Instead his heart rips to pieces as he decides caring is not an advantage./p
p dir="ltr"His hands curl into tight fists atop his thighs, as he keeps his face guardedly neutral as he watches his father marry the woman he loves./p
