She has always looked beautiful no matter what she wears, but standing under a willow tree, swathed in a white dress and grinning over at him wider than he has ever seen, he decides that she has never looked closer to an angel from Heaven in all the time he's known her.
They didn't have the money for a lavish ceremony and they didn't have many friends in New York yet, but they managed to get a decent priest for the ritual and the small gaggle of Abigail's family who had come over from England were cheering loudly enough for a whole stadium full of people.
Abigail's sister Rose is sitting in the front row, happily bouncing little Abraham and allowing him a full view of his soon-to-be-parents wedding, but he's not focused on the toddler for once; his eyes are glued to the lovely vision walking towards him carefully across the grass, bouquet of daisies (her favorite flowers; they matched her hair) in both hands and arm looped through her fathers', staring at him through her veil and grinning so hard her mouth will probably hurt for a few hours.
It doesn't matter that he has no idea what he's doing; it doesn't matter that her father is giving him a suspicious, slightly disapproving glare; it doesn't matter that, at the back of his mind, he knows this can't possibly last.
It doesn't matter, because she looks stunning and she's gazing at him like he is everything she ever wanted in the world, and he has to believe this will last, for better or for worse, till death do us part.
And beyond.
A/N: Finally, something for the wedding! XD Hope you liked it!
~Persephone