Chapter 5: Two Weddings
I moved out and away from home as soon as I could. I remember only a short while after moving out, Vernon proposed. I of course said yes. I loved him. Loved him with all my heart.
We set a date, March 5th. Everything in my life seemed to be going so right since I moved out. I was getting married to a man I truly loved. We would live in beautiful home and raise many children. I was undeniably happy.
I remember everything about the wedding clearly.
I had vied for an elegant gown and got exactly what I had wished for. It was made of silk and satin. Embroidered roses decorated the hem and it was strapless…just how I always wanted my wedding dress to be.
Lily had was already out of school and helping me with the finishing touches on my dress.
"Are you excited to be getting married?" She asked as she helped me with my veil.
"Of course. I love Vernon," I said with a smile at my reflection. She nodded and pursed her lips together.
"A marriage should always consist of a man and woman who truly love eachother. That is what builds a healthy relati-" I continued. Time seemed to stop though as a single tube of red lipstick, that I had been holding only moments before, came tumbling down. With vile grace, the lipstick ran down the front of my dress, leaving a trail of red mess. I let out a high pitched gasp.
"What?" Lily asked turning around.
"Look," I said pointing to the red stain on my dress.
"I can fix that," Lily said with a coy smile. She whipped out that hideous wand of hers. She pointed it at my dress and muttered some disgusting word. There was a flash of light and my dress was spotlessly clean. My jaw dropped. 'What treachery were they teaching her in that school!'. Lily gave a smug smile and said
"Your Welcome,"
I never got the chance to answer back because at that moment my father entered the room.
"Come on Petty dear. Show time," He said with a smile. I nodded and followed him out.
All things considered, the wedding was perfect. Vernon and I were married. The food and dancing was divine and everyone had a fantastic time. Everything was simply perfect.
Shortly after being married Vernon and I bought a house in Surrey. It was quite cute and quaint. I loved it. After a short while of living there a letter came from Lily.
It was a wedding invitation. She was marrying that Potter boy. Being the sister I am, I accepted her invitation. When I told Vernon about it he said
"Strange lot. I'll never understand her kind," I only nodded in agreement with him. I might have commented on it, but I don't remember.
I do remember her wedding though. Lily had gone for a simpler dress than mine. As I helped her with it she looked rather pale.
"Don't be nervous Lily," I chided.
"Petunia," She said softly. I was knelt down at her feet, pinning her dress. I looked up at her, several pins held securely in my mouth. She took a deep shuddering breath.
"What do you do if you don't love the man your about to marry?" She said slowly. My mouth fell open and the pins scattered along the floor.
"What?" I asked her.
"What…What if you love someone else?" She asked shaking. Her bouquet of roses was clutched tightly in her hands and her knuckles were starch white.
"Lily," I said slowly.
"I've got it," declared Lily's friend as she burst through the door.
"Oh thank god." Lily said sighing. Her friend rushed over to her side as quickly as her dress would permit. She handed a paper bag over to her and then whipped out her wand. Lily opened the bag hungrily. She pulled out a bottle of alcohol. She popped the top of and began to choke it down. Her friend pointed her wand at the floor and muttered something. Instantly the pins flew off the floor and collected themselves on a table.
"Your father is on his way." Warned her friend. Lily quickly stowed away with the bottle. She mumbled a few words and then walked out the door with as much grace as she could muster. I stood there paralyzed to the spot.
"Come on now!" Scolded Lily's friend as she headed over for the door. I snapped out of my daze and followed her.
