Staring at her hands, at the ring he had given her as a symbol of their engagement, Kathryn Janeway recounted to herself how all of this had gotten started. It had been with a simple dance, a simple song. And then a life threatening situation, and a counseling session with a hologram. She mused over how she could sit here on her bed after it all, and think calmly on everything that had happened.
Taking a deep breath, she stood, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair had been pulled back in a fancy bun at the nape of her neck, and a piece on either side of her face had been left out and curled. She brushed one of the pieces out of her face in one swift, graceful motion, and examined the clothing she wore.
A gown, pure white and full length. It had sleeves that hugged her arms down to the elbow, then fell loose, one side longer than the other and going down past the back of her hand, and there were a few roses embroidered in white thread on the top half. She had on white high heeled sandals that were almost comepletely hidden by the silky hem of the dress.
B'Elanna came up behind her, smiling, holding a veil up as if it were some precious item. It was attatched to a white tiara-like headband that would sit on the top of her head, the veil falling out over her hair, her shoulders, and halfway down her back. "I don't like dresses," Janeway said, playing with her sleeves subconciously.
"It looks nice," the Half-Klingon assured her.
She turned around to face her Chief Engineer. "Oh, B'Elanna..." Her face said it all. She was nervous as one could be without fainting, or getting sick. Of course, she hadn't entirely ruled out the latter quite yet.
"...I'm getting married." Her voice was distant, almost dreamy, as if she were in awe. As if it had just hit her. Which it almost had.
B'Elanna grinned, trying to stifle laughter, but failing just a bit. "I know. And he's one lucky man." Something rare, but not totally unheard of happened next. She and B'Elanna shared a friendly hug, one she suspected was meant mostly to reassure her.
She was doing the right thing, she had to be. She loved him. She just didn't love the prospect of getting up in front of the entire crew and saying "I do."