You can pretend it's Percabeth's wedding, if that floats your boat. Pairing's for MissingMommy.
Summary: Of course, the wedding bouquet falls right into her eternally-pure fingers. [One-sided Rachel/Apollo.]
36. bouquet.
She's forced to stand with the other giggling, cheerful bridesmaids, when she's anything but happy. The bride throws her bouquet. It sails—right into her unwilling hands.
So she pretends to blush and laugh, avoiding questions about her special someone, because there isn't anyone.
Apollo offers his hand and a smile so bright she knows it's fake. "Care to dance, sweetheart?"
She takes it and inwardly she's wishing he would hold hers tighter. And she hates that he knows it.
"I was so stupid," she whispers, as his arms slide gently around her waist.
The Fates must really hate her.