Author's Note: Welll, here it is. The ceremony. What will people say? Will you even find out here? I dunno. Read and find out.
Thanks for the mad crazy reviews. You all rock my sox. Cept from that girl who has nothing better to do than read 2 stories of mine and to tell me I suck. You are entitled to your opinion but I do believe I do not in fact suck. I happen to like me.
After this story is over I'm posting a short one on Michael's POV through the short Christmas story, Princess Present. And finishing up My Best Friend, maybe. I'll see what kind of response I get here about finishing that up.
Otherwise… you folks will be seeing my R story. Woot. V. Scandalous.
And much love to my wonderful Mrs. Schwartzman. It's only a matter of time before the Brother Schwartz are ours…whoa that didn't sound stalker-esque!
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Yo, it's the aforementioned 'Mrs. Schwartzman' here. Kristin rocks, and so does her story, so I'm updating it so you guys can enjoy the true awesomenosity of it as well. Read, review, love, enjoy, and go eat some peanut butter while you're at it.
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Lilly knew where I was and winked in my direction. Next came a big surprise.
Ella was walking up the aisle in a little pink dress, carrying a basket of flowers. She looked terribly confused, and ran up to Lilly who started holding back her laughter. She would keep Ella quiet during the ceremony.
And then I saw her. Her stepfather started walking her up the aisle, and her father met them half way. She had said she wanted to make sure everyone was part of the wedding, including Mr. Gianni. Everyone turned their backs toward me so I stepped out and watched her as she came up toward me. Her father was looking at all the guests, too busy schmoozing to notice that I was not Evan. Mr. Gianni did though.
Evan and I look very much alike, but those who know us can tell the difference. Mr. G. had no idea what was going on, but went back to looking totally normal after his immediate shock.
I turned my back to the 'audience' before Mia even got to me. In Genovia they don't do the whole official transfer from father to husband. One of her ancestresses insisted on it. I had been given the protocol months ago. I knew what to do. She squeezed my hand and looked up to me.
I glanced down slightly so I could see her in that dress. It was more beautiful than any of the tabloids had guessed. It was very simple. Not too many beads. It was plain white silk with a very long train and buttons that went all the way down. She didn't have a veil because she had the tiara that her ancestors had worn. The last woman to wear it was her Grandmere. I giggled at the thought and she gave me a worried look.
"Before the couple exchanges their formal wedding vows, the groom would like to play a song he has written for his bride," the priest announced.
I walked over to a grand piano with my back toward the crowd. Mia came over and stood next to where I was sitting. I glanced up at her and started playing.
Throughout the passing years
As all the world seems ever changing
We share the smiles and tears
Of life, with love that's so far ranging
And after all is said and done
I'll be the one beside you
I'll be your love and loyal friend
Until the end, beside you
Each flower bends with time
Each leaf descends with every autumn
But you and I will find
Our love won't die or be forgotten
When you and I are grey
When youth has gone and life is dimming
I promise that I'll stay
Beside you, like we were beginning
She started to tear up a little, so I stood up and wiped her cheeks and kissed her softly on her forehead. She mouthed the words thank you to me and we walked hand and hand back to the priest.
"That was such a Full House moment," she whispered.
I laughed and then gave my full attention to the priest. Now was the big moment. People would know my name and that I wasn't exactly Evan.
"In the name of God I, Hymen Michael Moscovitz, take you, Amelia Mignonette Renaldo, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow." I heard loud gasps. I glanced to her family.
Her mother was smiling and Mr. G was trying not to laugh. He was staring at Clarisse for her reaction. Which was non existent. She clearly had not been paying attention to the entire ceremony. She was there as a figure head.
The gasps were from the other members of our audience. They must have all thought something had gone terribly wrong. But it hadn't. It had gone terribly RIGHT finally.
She smirked and said the same thing back to me.
"Do you Hymen take Amelia to be your lawfully wedded wife from death do you part from this day forward?"
I could tell people were confused by their collective gasp. "I do."
"Do you Amelia take this Hymen to be your lawfully wedded husband, from death do you part?"
She held back a giggle at taking 'this hymen to be your lawfully wedded husband'. "I do."
"By the power invested in me by the great nation of Genovia, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride," he said with a wink at me.