Cake
Hybrid Fairy
Author's Note: The last part! I'm so very happy. I really hope this ends well. I feel like my stories are getting worse and worse… But it's alright. Anyways, the final chapter: ELLEN! Dun, dun, dunnnn.
She gave a sigh; she was nervous, but that was to be expected. The church was full of people she'd known since forever, and she watched them from behind the closed doors, trying to ignore the grumbling in her stomach. She was hungry, but that'd be fixed later.
She could see the vague shape of him in his tux, nervously awaiting her to come down the aisle, and for this stupid ceremony to be over. She sighed again, wringing the organza fabric of her ballroom gown, trying to remind herself not to touch the glittering rhinestones dotting the diagonal pleats on her bodice. Her mother had actually gone to the trouble of finding some flowers to thread through her boyish, brown hair, and she was somewhat grateful for that. She couldn't wait until she ripped this ridiculous, strapless thing off her pudgy body, and put on her normal clothes.
There was another reason why she wanted this ceremony to be over also—it wasn't that she didn't like being the center of attention; it was a nice change. It wasn't that she was worried her decadent cake frosting was melting off the vanilla mass; she had put it in the fridge. Nor was it even that she hated the fact that the dog had to be left outside, whimpering to itself, though that did bother her a tiny bit.
It was because the best man loved her.
He'd been good to her, she knew—giving her milk, flowers, eggs. He'd shown her cute animals, and he'd been so earnest in trying to win her affection… it almost made her feel sorry for him. Yet his best friend had given the blue feather after buying a cake, and, blindly, she accepted in that surprised, happy stupor. She'd pressed her full lips against him, and they fumbled against the cake case before /he/ had arrived, his arms full of eggs… she'd felt quite like crying, though the tears remained unbidden behind her eyes.
The bouquet in her hand—a mix of white roses, ivy, baby's breath, and crumpled tulle— felt damp, and she anxiously wiped her hands on her arms, trying to remember that it was okay, anyways, wasn't it? She was marrying the man she loved. It was her day. She recalled the effort she put into the cake, but felt nervousness capture her mind again, and she continued to wait anxiously.
She could see him waiting for her, next to her future husband; she felt almost sorry for marrying the man she loved, when this one guy had gone so far for her. How was he supposed to know she'd had a long-term boyfriend? Alas, the deed was done, and she was getting married.
She emerged from the doors with a blank, far-away look on her face, one that her future man worriedly examined as maybe second thoughts. However, when she felt the cool metal of her ring on her hand, her face lit up, and she tipped her head up in that familiar, warming smile she had.
The best man swallowed, and tried to be happy for his friend.
They met in a breathtaking kiss, she anxious for this to be over and consecrated, him merely wanting to kiss his bride. The best man watched with a wan, empty face, despite the upward curve of his emotionless lips. He examined the way Ellen cradled his best friend's head close to her lips, fingers threading through his dark hair. His face fell.
They broke off quickly, abruptly, with the husband's happy face and Ellen's relieved smile. She turned to the best man, a smile on her face, and a very obvious gladness that he'd come.
"I'm happy for you," he said fakely, but she didn't catch on. She gave him a one-armed hug, wary of the bouquet crushed to her breast, and she gave him a demure smile.
"I'm so glad you came," she gushed, husband at her side. The best man's face fell, but he quickly regained it, noting the sincerity in her voice.
"What can I say, Ellen?" Jack the farmer, and heartbroken best man replied. "I came for you and your cake."
Author's Note: A bit weak, but what can I do? I'm so happy that I'm done, I hardly care. Wee!