Sorry this is kind of girly, all weddingy, but it's a girl thing again.

Chapter 2 - Wedding Plans

Early the next day, Buffy, Cordelia, Dawn and Willow left the house to go on 'wedding business', as Sirius called it. He, Giles, Xander and Harry stayed at Grimmauld Place, since Buffy wanted everything about the wedding to be a surprise for Sirius.

"Good thing I've got a trust fund," Sirius sighed, "We'd be living in a cardboard box if not. But I'm giving her a free rein, if it's going to make her happy."

"Cordelia has got all excited," Xander said distractedly, "Says there's nothing better than a wedding for planning. Think she's hinting at something."

"Sorry mate," Sirius said good naturedly, "But I can't complain. There's nothing I want more now than to get married. James always said that I'd settle down one day, but I never saw it."

"No pre-wedding jitters then?" Xander asked curiously, "You just know that it's going to go right?" Sirius nodded proudly.

"The whole thing scares me to be honest, I mean I was supposed to marry Anya, but that never happened. And I love Cordy, but marriage is so big, and I want to be ready this time," Xander admitted. Silence fell in the living room, but Sirius quickly broke it.

"Have you any idea how to play pool," he asked, "Buffy put this table thing in, and these sticks, but I have no idea about what to do with them.

The girls headed through London, as Xander, Giles and Harry taught Sirius the finer points of pool.

"This is where the dresses are," Buffy announced as she led them into an expensive dress making shop, "All of the dresses were made from scratch, exactly as I wanted them."

"They aren't like Anya's were, are they?" Dawn asked quickly. Buffy laughed and shook her head. She followed the shop keeper into the back room. On modelling dummies were five lilac silk bridesmaid dresses, with fitted bodices, spaghetti straps and long bias cut skirts.

"Simple, yet elegant. I approve," Cordelia said, scrutinizing the dresses. "Very nice. And how about yours?" The shop keeper, led them into another room and on another dummy, was Buffy's wedding dress. It was pure white silk, and strapless, with a fitted corset bodice, encrusted with Swarovski crystal, then a long white A line skirt . The girls were stunned speechless, even Cordelia.

"It's beautiful," Dawn congratulated Buffy, hugging her, "You're going to be the most beautiful bride ever."

They left the wedding dress shop, after everyone trying on their dresses, which fitted them perfectly, the dress maker being very precise. The then went to the florist, incidentally, a designer florist, where Buffy showed them the pale pink lilies she had picked for their bouquets and table settings. After, they went to the church, where Buffy introduced them to the priest who was to marry them, a kind, grey haired man, who was delighted to meet them all. The church was large and old, with high ceilings and stained glass windows.

"I just realised something!" Dawn said, as she was admiring the intricate altar, "You're going to be English now, like Giles!"

"Oh Buffy," Cordelia said with pity, "I hope you don't lose what little taste you had. Whatever you do, don't let them make you wear tweed." Buffy laughed at her words.
"I'll be American and English," she said, still chuckling, "And may I remind you , Dawn, you're going to be living here as well, so you will be as English as I am."

After saying goodbye to the Priest, they travelled to the Lanesborough hotel, the most expensive hotel in London, which bore a resemblance to Buckingham Palace inside, and out, which it was, incidentally, just down the road from. The hotel itself was the most expensive in London.
"How are you affording all of this?" Dawn asked, as they entered the giant foyer of the hotel where Buffy was to hold her reception, where Buffy was greeted by name, "This place looks like they charge just to be in the lobby."

"The Black family were incredibly loaded," Buffy said breezily, "Rolling in it, and that's in wizard's gold. And since they are all dead except for Bellatrix Lestrange, who was in Azkaban , Sirius is the sole benefactor. If he were a muggle, he'd be one of the richest in the world I expect. This isn't even making much of a dent in the money, since it's only muggle prices. There's something like 5 English pounds to a Galleon." She led them into the room where they were to have the meal after the wedding, a high-ceilinged room, oozing with class.
"I have to admit, you haven't done badly," Cordelia said, "If only I could fall in love with a benefactor. If only Xander was a benefactor." She sniffed as if she was hard done by.

"We are going to pay for hotels for all our guest of course," Buffy said breezily, "Everyone can stay here, we've booked up the whole hotel. They have" The girls squealed.

"I know," she said excitedly, "I mean I though when I got married, we'd be holding the reception in the Double meat palace. But for once I get to live a life of luxury. Let's go and see the Royal Suite."

The Royal Suite at the Lanesborough was like nothing they had seen. It was like an apartment, but the finest apartment they had ever seen. It was decorated in the same regency style as the rest of the hotel, and had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a personal kitchen, a private dining room, a reception room and floor to ceiling views of Hyde Park. It also, Buffy informed them, came with a personal butler, called Reginald, and a chauffeur driven Bentley.

"What are you going to do with three bedrooms?" Dawn asked in amazement.
"Just have them there in case we want them" Buffy shrugged, "Sirius told me to go all out, so I have. But don't worry, I got you guys the best suites. It doesn't really matter though, even the simplest ones have separate bedrooms and sitting rooms." They left the hotel shortly, and headed back to Grimmauld Place.

"It looks like you've got everything under control then," Willow said, "It's all sorted then."

"Yeah pretty much," Buffy said, "All I have to do is turn up at the Lanesborough on the day before the wedding. I'm gonna spend the day in the spa, with all my bridesmaids, hen the next day, the guests are all going to arrive, by Floo, at Grimmauld Place, including everyone from LA. Except for Faith who's coming in about a week. We've got the hairdresser and make-up artist coming on the day to make us all up. My only wizard concession is photography, 'coz I want my photos to move."

"We have to have a Hen night," Cordelia said excitedly, "In the Lanesborough, wow!"