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In Holy Matrimony

Chapter 7

Monday. It was finally Monday... Jeez, did the weekend go by fast! For future reference, three days is not a lot of time to prepare a wedding, much less the one I had in store... Thankfully, I had some favors owed to me, and I cashed in on some of them, which was why I was still standing in front of the half-decorated ring, being briefed on weddings in the WWE by an official.

"There's never been a wedding here without any interruptions...so prepare yourself. Oh, and if you intend to stay in the ring, the WWE is not responsible for any harm that is inflicted on you," he told me. It was about at that time that I tuned him out, which I would end up regretting later. My eyes moved to the décor, and the designer inside of me was revolted. White, white and white! So much white... Jeez, I'd met some color-blind people in my life, but come on! All white was just so...bland, not to mention blinding—in a bad, bad way. And then there was the fact that Kane had ordered Lita to wear a white dress and he was wearing a white tux. My god, this wedding was going to be a disaster.

Or rather, it would have been...

But as of that moment, I felt like throwing up every time I looked at the ring. If the purpose to the wedding was to blind everyone, I think we did a pretty good job. The ropes to the ring had been taken down on one side for a few 'porta-stairs', as we called them, to be set in. The entire ring was covered in white carpeting. Heck, even the wedding arch was completely white; courtesy of a stingy call from Kane. Of course, it hadn't really helped that the setup crew only had four minutes to set the ring up. If you were blind, oblivious and totally ignorant I suppose it'd look great. Unfortunately, I supposed that most of the audience wasn't blind, oblivious or ignorant, so that didn't really help.

In the midst of supervising the hurried setup, I received a phone call from Casey. Sighing, I flipped the cursed device open. "Yeah?" I snapped. I tend to get irritable and testy when I'm anxious about something.

"Calm down, Kathy," she ordered me sternly, and I rolled my eyes. How did this work out, anyway? I was the adult, the responsible one, the wiser one... And okay, maybe I needed the reminder. "How is everything going?"

"Well, just great. Everything looks like shit. And yes, everything is white. Maybe I should've bleached their eyes white? It would've gone with the décor."

I suspected some eye-rolling on the other end as a pause filtered out between us. "I'm watching it on the T.V.," she told me.

"I hired a secretary, not a PR girl, isn't there something else you should be doing?" I joked, my tone anything but.

"Oh, shush," Casey replied. How degrading is it to be talked down to by your employees? Maybe I should reopen Business for Dummies when I got home... "This may be the most important wedding of our history! We're on national T.V.!"

Oh, God... Then, aloud, "Oh, God..."

"What?"

"We're on national T.V. with a wreck of a wedding!" I nearly shouted. "It looks like crap! What if people see it, and they send us hate mail? What if—"

"My God, Kath, I expected you to be all calm and business-like today," Casey announced. "Now, listen to me. Stand off to the side of the ring, keep your back straight, and look pretty for the cameras. I like your hair, by the way."

And with that, she hung up. I stopped in the middle of rolling my eyes, silently reminding myself that I didn't want to look like I was searching for a sign from the heavens or potential target for bird poop in my eyes, as the rest of my life would be spent with my eyes stuck upward. I brooded over Casey's words as the minister walked to the ring to zilch of a crowd reaction, perhaps maybe a sparkle of excitement about what was to come, but that was about it. I myself wanted to fall asleep just looking at the old guy, but when you want things last notice, you gotta make some sacrifices.

At the moment I felt like the odd one out. Everywhere I looked, there was white. I hoped I wasn't going to go blind. That wouldn't bode well for the future. Thinking about it, I guessed I wasn't, what with the refs and fans and all. I was wearing yet another figure-forming pantsuit, navy blue today, a far cry from the white color of the surroundings, but whatever. I wasn't going to be a part of the psychotically introducing decorations tonight. I had gone to the hairdresser before I went on my flight. She had told me that she would surprise me with a great new haircut, and to be honest, I'd nearly fled the salon. Not that Jasmine is a horrible woman, I love her to death, but I've glanced through the magazines on the tables in the waiting area, and well... Let's just leave it at that. I grinned and tolerated it—with more toleration than grinning, and less toleration than clenched teeth—and to my surprise it'd turned out well. Jasmine had dyed it a chestnut brown and put defined yellow blond streaks through it. She'd followed it up by face-framing it in a smooth but distinct diagonal line, and layered it in back, also cutting a few inches off of it.

"We're go in thirty seconds!" someone shouted, and my head jerked up. What was I doing, thinking about hair at a time like this? I shook my head and assessed the ring, then determined it was as good as it was going to get. I motioned to the workers, and they too cast a look around the ring before joining me.

"Good job guys, now go past the curtains and wait there, I promise it won't be long," I pleaded with them, hoping they would stay. A few looked mildly irritated, but besides that most nodded and softly agreed, leaving like leaves in the wind, soundless and easy to miss. That done, I turned to the ring, hoping that my presence here wouldn't seem too far-fetched. An explosion of noise from the pyrotechnic fire scared the bejeezus out of me a couple seconds later, and I immediately turned toward the noise, my heart beginning to pound wildly in my chest.

Now the fun was really going to start.