Epilogue: Wedding
The wedding, put off for a week (to Heero's impatience), was supposed to be quiet, private, and elegant.
So of course, screaming reporters were banging on the doors and the florist sent over fuchsia bouquets. Adding the florist's no-return policy to Noin's headache and Sally's hangover, and throwing in a dash of the handsome best man trying to kill Trowa for being the stripper at his little sister's bachelorette party, and Relena would not be a bit surprised at the photos that would come out in the tabloids the next day.
Screams of "I'LL KILL YOU!" rang like bells through the chapel, and the girls all sighed and continued to nurse their aching heads.
Noin had been in charge of Relena's bachelorette party, but hadn't had a clue of what to do, so had appealed to Catherine for help. Catherine, getting a clueless Trowa into a cute little officer's uniform, had shoved him in a hollow cake and rolled the thing into the main room.
Naturally, when Trowa struggled his way out, annoyed at Catherine and frustrated with the way his stupid shorts rode up – "Try this on for size," he muttered, pushing the top up and pulling himself halfway out. "The circus boss sent it over to try on. Well he can bite my scantily clad . . ." giggles and ogling greeted him, and his blank face turned a sharp pink and he slunk slowly and carefully back into the giant cake.
When Catherine tapped on it and grinned at the girls, she received a bellow from the cavern of hollow dessert – "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, CATHERINE!"
So now, just before the wedding, Trowa was using his amazing acrobatic skills to just barely avoid the marauding hands of the bride's offended brother. Relena finally sent the headachy Noin out to solve the situation. Milliardo wouldn't attack while his pregnant wife was in the way.
She hoped.
In the meantime, Sally mixed a potent hangover cure that smelled like tar and tasted worse. Relena tried a little and then ran to gag and brush her teeth, Hilde keeping her hair and veil back and making sure that she didn't get any toothpaste on her pretty white dress.
The ceremony was fine. Milliardo took her to the front and stood behind Heero after he gave her away, still casting suspicious glares back at Trowa every now and then. Relena's mother was in the first row, and Heero's mother had not been invited.
Hilde kept sneezing and Sally took her flowers when she realized Hilde was allergic to them. The ring bearer, a small random child, kept stepping out of line to take pictures that his mother wanted to sell to the magazines, and the flower girl, his sister, kept scratching herself.
At the reception, Relena looked at her friends and family and smiled to herself. She took Heero's hand under the table and listened to speeches being made – noting that Hilde's face was so puffy now that no one could understand what she was saying and deciding that she would talk to Sally about taking her to a hospital after the reception.
When it was time to go, Relena took one last look at her friends, opened the door to the screaming reporters and bomb-like camera flashes, grabbed Heero's hand, and thought to herself, "I'm a really lucky girl."
