In the end, the real ceremony was held in the East garden, where they had shared their second kiss. Wyatt Cain did wear a formal uniform, but not the ultra-formal costume he'd have to wear the next day. DG wore a very simple white gown of silk, with no embellishments and flowers were woven into her hair. She wore a two hundred year old diamond and sapphire bracelet from her mother's collection, which covered old, borrowed, and blue. The dress was new, so that was covered.
Jeb Cain stood for his father, and Azkadellia was the Maid of honor. There were no other members of the wedding party. DG and Azkadellia carried roses and daisies from the very garden they stood in. Ahamo gave his daughter away with pride. In the O.Z that meant taking her half way down the isle, where Wyatt took her and they walked together to finish the journey, as in life.
The witnesses were only family and close friends, including Glitch and Raw, of course, and Commissioner Frank Garalli, the only other Tin Man from before the witch to survive. He was also becoming a close friend, despite Jeb's knife. There were fifteen other guests. The Shadow Unit who had played such a part in making sure this day happened by keeping pretty much the whole wedding party alive.
The priest intoned ancient words, and while the vows weren't the same as DG was used to hearing on the Other Side, they meant the same thing. Love, honor, cherish for all time. In truth DG wasn't sure she remembered the words. She was so fixated on the man beside her. Platinum hair bright in the sun, his steel blue eyes were more blue at the moment, and filled with a love and pride she knew was reflected in her own.
DG struggled not to cry like the stereotypical bride. It would just be silly, no matter how the emotions clogged her throat.
Before she knew it a simple gold band was placed on her finger, and she felt a momentary flash of guilt, as she slid the ring onto Wyatt's hand, to sit in the place another had been for so long.
A part of her wondered if Wyatt was remembering his first wedding. She hoped Adora Cain approved in the afterlife.
Then she was kissing the groom, and it wasn't chaste or proper for a grand audience. It was true and real and full of love and hope. Ahamo's false coughing finally broke the spell and they slid apart, glancing at him sheepishly, only to see Lavender elbow her husband in the ribs in a very un-regal gesture.
A small gathering a musicians had the honor of performing at the real wedding reception, or "family party", as DG called it. They weren't being received by anyone.
There being more men than women present meant every female was swept up repeatedly. But DG only spared a dance for her father, Jeb and Frank. Other then those she danced with her husband alone. Her husband. It made her shiver and feel giddy. She looked over to see Glitch dancing with Marion, DG's bodyguard, and her parents swaying together. Azkadellia was dancing gracefully in the arms of Jeb Cain.
A slow waltz started up and she looked up at Wyatt. It was 'their song'. The one they had first danced to so many months ago and she had become aware that their attraction was mutual.
And they danced. Oh how they danced.