Its been a long road, today is the day for the happy couple the story will be coming to a close in a few chapters I have another story that I'm going to start writing so keep a look out.
"Take that dress off this very second!" Mrs. Smith ordered walking into the room.
"Excuse me madam?" Christine Giggled bubbling with joy, today was the day she would become Mrs. Destler.
"Take it off I have a proper dress for you." Marge insisted with a smile handing Christine a dress box. With a beautifully folded gown in it.
Christine gasped, "I can't take this it's way too much."
Marge grasped Christines hands "You would make an old woman very happy."
Christine laughed nervously her pale skin turning red. "I would hardly say your old."
Marge held up the dress to Christine "this was my gown when I got married, I always dreamed I'd give it to my daughter but that dream was shattered when I never had one."
A tear of gratitude formed in Christine's eye.
"These last few months," Marge continued "Eric has been like a son to me. My boy died when he was Eric's age I could never get over it till he came."
Christine was now crying striking her finger under her eyes brushing away the tears. "Although he won't say it I believe he thinks the same of you." Her heart was threatening to fly from her chest, she was so excited everything was going as planned.
Marge helped Christine into her dress and lead her to a mirror. A gasp escaped from Christine's mouth it was so beautiful.
"Th...thank you." Christine cried hugging the old gray woman, "it is so beautiful."
Eric walked back and forth, his heart rate was through the roof. "Nadir I can't." Eric panted running his hands through his thin blond hair.
Nadir snickered stretching out on his chair taking a sip of brandy. "You love her? And you want to be with her?" He questioned with a smile knowing Eric's answer full well.
"Don't be ridiculous of course I do." Eric grumbled clutching his fists slightly raged at Nadir's silly question.
"And she wants and feels the same, there's nothing to worry about." Nadir laughed trying to figure out Eric's nerves.
"Easy for you to say." Eric grumbled fiddling with his shirt cuff. "You have never been married." Eric grumbled getting annoyed with the cuff he couldn't get right.
"ah true, true my friend but I have had a lot of women in my life, it's no different."
"Shut up persian you don't know anything."
A knock sounded on the door causing Eric to jump.
"Good God," Nadir joked "don't hit the roof."
"Shut up and answer the door Daroga."
Chuckling Nadir opened the door and welcomed Whilliam in, "the bride awaits.".
"Oh god I'm going to be sick." Eric moaned leaning in the desk his face turning white.
The two men shook their heads.
"Come on we mustn't keep the future Mrs. Destler waiting." Nadir chimed.
Eric was shaking as he waited for Christine his mind in scrambles. He could hardly see the few that attended the wedding his nerves blinding all sights and thoughts. The crowd was a very low number, the both of them had decided to keep it to just their closest friends. The Smiths, Nadir, and of course Mag and Raoul were there, Eric thought he could have done just fine without Raoul.
Eric chewed on his malformed lip waiting anxiously. Suddenly the organ sounded taking his breath away, she was here.
The doors opened and and everyone stood in respect of the bride, Eric clasped his hand over his mouth to hide the cry over her beauty.
Her dress was a pure white ruffled lace draped beautifully over her body, the neckline showing off more skin than normal but still elegant and modest and a veil covered her face.
She approached him her presence sending his heart soaring. He out stretched his hand to hers gripping it softly.
Slowly he raised the veil revealing her chocolate ringlets And her big glassy brown eyes. Christine's rose colored lips were stretched to the biggest smile he had seen.
"You look beautiful." Eric choked fighting to find the words.
"You look stunning yourself." She replied her voice soft and delicate Eric's face turned red knowing no part of him could compare to her.
The priest started the ceremony, "wait." Christine insisted quietly. "Eric, I don't want to marry your mask."
Eric was speechless, she still wanted to see him in all of his hideousness? Slowly her delicate hands outstretched to his mask gripping the form gently.
The priest waited a moment before continuing. Eric was in a daze throughout the ceremony transfixed on her eyes studying every inch of her.
There vous were said through laughter and tears.
"I pronounce you husband and wife." Those words nearly sent Eric to the ground, he felt like he had been hit with a cannon ball. Gently and slowly he leaned forward pressing his lips to hers.
A wave of joy and relief hit them as the small attendance clapped. The congratulations given to them was a haze as Eric clung to Christine never getting enough of her touch.
"Congratulations you two!" Marge exclaimed giving the two a hug.
"Thank you for coming." Christine smiled her voice bubbling.
Eric shook William's hand unable to find his voice but his bright eyed expression was enough. "We have rented you a small cabin just outside of town, go stay there a few days and we can watch Rosa."
Christine hugged the man, "thank you." She choked over tears of joy.
They found themselves in a small rental cabin stocked with food, wine, and furniture.
"The Smiths really out did themselves." Christine gasped peaking throughout the house.
Eric wasn't to interested in the house, slowly he came behind Christine wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you Mrs. Destler." He cooed his voice soft and smokey.
Finally!