The next night was spent walking the streets, searching for a suitable
wedding chapel. Michael's only request was that they not get married by an
Elvis impersonator, and the only thing important thing to Sydney was that
she get to wear a wedding dress. They passed at least thirty chapels, each
crazier than the next. Michael cut Mickey's Matrimonial Quarters, saying it
was too Disney. Sydney refused Walter's Wedding World because it advertised
divorce settlements as well as weddings.
It was around eight when they found the perfect place. Zamboni's Wedding Bliss. Sydney had laughed out loud at the perfection of the name, and when they toured it, Michael had fallen in love with the hockey memorabilia that decorated the hall.
Sydney left Michael to deal with the reservations while she went out shopping for a dress. She stopped at the first place she saw, a little boutique with a gorgeous dress right in the window. Armed with hairspray and the CIA issued credit card, Sydney cautiously entered the store.
A comely woman with a quiet voice introduced herself as Marion.
"Hello, Marion. I'm Sy. Kate. I fell in love with the dress in the window, and I was hoping to try it on." Sydney felt especially loud with the calm woman in front of her.
"Of course, love. Just let me. run and get it for you. We can make some slight alterations, of course." Marion went to the window to gather the dress.
Sydney, with the help of Marion, slid into the dress. It was simple, a strapless dress with a long skirt adorned with a simple beaded patteren. Putting it on made Sydney feel like a princess. The dress was almost perfect, the only alteration needed was in length because Sydney was so tall.
"When are you getting married?" Marion asked.
"Umm. I meet him in thirty minutes." Sydney smiled at the baffled expression on her new friends face. "What, you don't get a lot of that?"
"Actually, we don't. Most girls married in Vegas don't wear dresses. Thirty minutes?" Marion contemplated this. "You're really lucky I'm good with hair!"
"So," Marion said as she pulled back various pieces of Sydney's hair. "Kate. Why are you eloping with your boyfriend? Why didn't you want a wedding?"
Sydney laughed. "Actually, I've always thought eloping was. romantic. Sweet, in a way. Everyone I know that has the power to stop us is against our relationship. So, voila! An impromptu wedding in Vegas!"
Marion was quiet for a moment, focusing on the task before her. Almost as an afterthought, she spoke distractedly. "What do you plan on doing for witnesses?"
A look of panic crossed Sydney's face. "Wh. witnesses? Um, gee. What do people normally do?"
Marion grinned. "Well, technically, the cleric is supposed be one, and you can provide another. Got any friends here?"
After a pause, Sydney's downcast face brightened. "Actually, yes. Her name is Marion. Interested?"
The blond blushed profusely. "I'd be honored."
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Marion entered the chapel first, to make sure Michael had all the details set. Sydney followed, only to be met in the lobby by her now panicked friend.
In her frustratingly quiet, almost unemotional voice, Marion explained to Sydney that Michael had chosen for them to write their own vows. But for Syd, nothing could bring down her day. Especially now that it was almost guaranteed to happen.
"I was an English major in high school. I guess I can make it up on the spot. It shouldn't be so hard, he. inspires me." Marion nodded, relaxed, and headed back toward the chapel only to be pulled back by Sydney. "Ask no question, okay?" Marion nodded. "My name is Sydney, not Kate. You can't tell anyone that we were here. Can I trust you?"
Marion just nodded again, although a bewildered look replaced the relaxed one.
They both walked toward the chapel.
It was around eight when they found the perfect place. Zamboni's Wedding Bliss. Sydney had laughed out loud at the perfection of the name, and when they toured it, Michael had fallen in love with the hockey memorabilia that decorated the hall.
Sydney left Michael to deal with the reservations while she went out shopping for a dress. She stopped at the first place she saw, a little boutique with a gorgeous dress right in the window. Armed with hairspray and the CIA issued credit card, Sydney cautiously entered the store.
A comely woman with a quiet voice introduced herself as Marion.
"Hello, Marion. I'm Sy. Kate. I fell in love with the dress in the window, and I was hoping to try it on." Sydney felt especially loud with the calm woman in front of her.
"Of course, love. Just let me. run and get it for you. We can make some slight alterations, of course." Marion went to the window to gather the dress.
Sydney, with the help of Marion, slid into the dress. It was simple, a strapless dress with a long skirt adorned with a simple beaded patteren. Putting it on made Sydney feel like a princess. The dress was almost perfect, the only alteration needed was in length because Sydney was so tall.
"When are you getting married?" Marion asked.
"Umm. I meet him in thirty minutes." Sydney smiled at the baffled expression on her new friends face. "What, you don't get a lot of that?"
"Actually, we don't. Most girls married in Vegas don't wear dresses. Thirty minutes?" Marion contemplated this. "You're really lucky I'm good with hair!"
"So," Marion said as she pulled back various pieces of Sydney's hair. "Kate. Why are you eloping with your boyfriend? Why didn't you want a wedding?"
Sydney laughed. "Actually, I've always thought eloping was. romantic. Sweet, in a way. Everyone I know that has the power to stop us is against our relationship. So, voila! An impromptu wedding in Vegas!"
Marion was quiet for a moment, focusing on the task before her. Almost as an afterthought, she spoke distractedly. "What do you plan on doing for witnesses?"
A look of panic crossed Sydney's face. "Wh. witnesses? Um, gee. What do people normally do?"
Marion grinned. "Well, technically, the cleric is supposed be one, and you can provide another. Got any friends here?"
After a pause, Sydney's downcast face brightened. "Actually, yes. Her name is Marion. Interested?"
The blond blushed profusely. "I'd be honored."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marion entered the chapel first, to make sure Michael had all the details set. Sydney followed, only to be met in the lobby by her now panicked friend.
In her frustratingly quiet, almost unemotional voice, Marion explained to Sydney that Michael had chosen for them to write their own vows. But for Syd, nothing could bring down her day. Especially now that it was almost guaranteed to happen.
"I was an English major in high school. I guess I can make it up on the spot. It shouldn't be so hard, he. inspires me." Marion nodded, relaxed, and headed back toward the chapel only to be pulled back by Sydney. "Ask no question, okay?" Marion nodded. "My name is Sydney, not Kate. You can't tell anyone that we were here. Can I trust you?"
Marion just nodded again, although a bewildered look replaced the relaxed one.
They both walked toward the chapel.