Marriage was something that Mycroft had avoided his entire life. He'd never seen the point, and he was comfortable in his bachelorhood. Still, he went to his colleagues' weddings. If he was invited to one, he would politely accept. During the dull service, he would pass the time by decoding the life story of everyone around him. It was the wedding receptions that Mycroft looked forward to attending. After congratulating the newlyweds, he would help himself to a piece of the delicious wedding cake.

The wedding that was about to take place today was different, however, and while Mycroft tried to feel indifferent, he couldn't help but feel happy about the occasion. The crowd was small and intimate; Mycroft knew the majority of the attendees. Lestrade and Molly Hooper sat next to him.

The organist began to play the wedding march, and the guests stood. Sherlock winked at his brother as he and Mrs. Hudson walked down the aisle. The groom at the alter was beaming as his future spouse took their place next to him. The ceremony commenced.

Mycroft stood in front of the three-layer wedding cake, his mouth watering. He knew it was proper etiquette to wait until it was cut by the newlyweds, but his stomach was protesting that custom.

"Here," a voice behind Mycroft said. He turned and found Sherlock holding a cupcake. "The cake won't be cut for another half-hour."

"Ah, well that's unfortunate," Mycroft answered, taking the cake. "I have to leave soon for a meeting with the Greek Ambassador."

"Thank you for being here," said Sherlock. "I know with your schedule-"

"Nonsense, brother. It's an honour to be here."

Sherlock smiled. "I need to go find John-"

"Yes, of course. I'm not entirely sure what this meeting with the Ambassador is about, but I may be calling for your assistance soon. Give my regards to John."

The younger Holmes nodded and left the table. Mycroft took a bite of the cupcake. The vanilla cake blended with the almond frosting, creating euphoria for his tastebuds. The sound of high heels walking towards him broke his attention to the dessert.

"Mycroft," Sherlock's landlady drew him into a hug. "Thank you so much for coming. I know you have a busy schedule, but I'm so happy that you were here."

"Mrs. Hudson, I'm honoured that I was invited," Mycroft said. "Oh, my apologies. That's not your name anymore, is it, Mrs. Kopp?"