"I feel ridiculous," Laura said pinching the bridge of her nose as she looked in the mirror.
She stood in the Tighs bedroom wearing her white wedding dress, the crystal band beneath her breasts shimmered in the daylight as did the rain drop diamond necklace that rested on her chest. Ellen had insisted it was a necessary touch to the v-neck dress.
Turning her head slightly Laura caught a glimpse of the crystal clips that was holding her curled hair together in a bun. With her hair up the handful of attendees would be allowed to fully appreciate the deep v-back of the dress before admiring the moderate train on the dress - at least that's what Ellen insisted.
"Lookin fancy Madame President," Kara greeted as she flopped onto the bed.
"She looks gorgeous!" Ellen exclaimed standing next to Laura, resting her hands on the bride's arms and admiring her work in the mirror. "Oh Kara sit up. You can't wrinkle your dress before we get pictures."
Kara obeyed Ellen, rolling over and off the bed. She was far too entertained by the scene to protest. The last thing she had expected was to receive a phone call from Ellen Tigh asking for helping planning a Roslin-Adama wedding.
Briskly she patted out the wrinkles from her strapless violet dress and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She wasn't in the wedding. There wasn't a wedding party; nevertheless, Ellen insisted that both women wear violet dresses.
"What time is it Kara?" Ellen asked touching up her hair and making quick adjustments to her sleeveless dress.
"Ten minutes to go time."
"Oh my God! This is so exciting!" Ellen squealed picking up the bouquet of violet calla lilies to hand to Laura. "What are you doing?" Ellen gasped in horror as Laura put on her glasses. "You're not serious."
"I'd like to be able to see Bill's face when we get married."
"Oh Please! You can see his face for the next several decades," she said walking over to Laura and exchanging the glasses for the bouquet. "I'll give these back after pictures."
Laura rolled her eyes as she reluctantly turned over her glasses and accepted the flowers. She wondered how she let Ellen Tigh plan her wedding. After listening to the woman rant for an hour about the wedding at dinner, Laura conceded to consider the offer. When she didn't hear from Ellen the next day, she became foolishly hopeful that Ellen had drank so much she forgot. Laura wasn't so lucky. Before the week's end Ellen Tigh appeared on her doorstep with a binder full of material and plans for a outdoor wedding.
She didn't even bother trying to talk Ellen out of it. She knew it would be a waste of both of their time. Instead she set guidelines. The guest list would kept to a minimum: the Tighs, Lee, Kara and Sam - no exceptions. No surprises. She wanted tasteful and simple. She acquiesced to Ellen's request that she pick a color and chose purple. She also agreed to go shopping with her to pick the dress. Laura was unwilling to risk the possibility that Ellen would have her looking like Cinderella.
Looking down at the bouquet in her hand Laura suppressed a smile. Ellen did manage to pick her favorite flowers. Laura felt something knock against her finger and turned the flowers around. Picking up the small frame attached to the ribbon a lump formed in her throat as she saw a picture of her family. Looking up at the ceiling to stop any tears from falling down her face she remembered the day the photo was taken at their family cottage. It had been a wonderful day. One she rarely let herself remember but she was glad Ellen made her do it today.
"You coming?" Ellen asked softly as she watched Laura discover her surprise.
"Yes," Laura replied firmly, lifting her dress and heading towards the door. "Thank you. It's very kind of you to do this for us. You've done a wonderful job."
"Ofcourse," Ellen beamed resting her hand on Laura's arm. "After all what are friends for?"