January 17, Winter, year 20
Brrr… The wind cut like a knife today! Riding out early was not fun for Honey or myself. I realy hope there's not going to be another winter wedding, I don't think I can take much more of the cold.
Hah, watch me jinx it…
They had commandeered the upper floor of Doug's Inn this time, reserving the lower for the later reception. Claire wasn't quite sure how she managed to get pulled into making sure Lumina and Celia looked their best, but she had been dragged into the fray with little warning.
"Mina, hold still," she sighed. "I'm going to stab you with a pin if you don't!"
"Yeah, leave the fussing to the seamstress and her helper," Lauren chuckled. "It's what you pay me for, you know?"
"I'm just nervous," Lumina sighed, trying to stop her fidgeting, "it's not everyday--"
"A girl gets married," everyone chorused.
Lumina blinked, then laughed sheepishly. Claire just shook her head, and set about pinning the last of the furry hem into place. In the intervening time, since she'd last been in Mineral town, Elli and the Doctor, Trent, had gotten married, as had Cliff and Ann.
"I feel a bit sorry for Doug," she said around a mouthful of pins. "His bar's getting abused with all this use."
Celia giggled.
"Well, at least it's not the Blue Bar," she replied, making Claire snort. "It was so crowded there, you know?"
"No arguments here!" Lauren laughed. "Felt more like a sardine than a seamstress in that place. When do they get back?"
"Uhh…" the blond farmer tilted her head slightly, removing the pins. "Another three days if memory serves, and they don't run into unexpected delays."
Celia pinned the imported flowers into Lumina's hair as Lauren and Claire finished with the flowers just above the fur hem.
"Alright dear, turn around carefully for me," Lauren instructed. "I want to make sure this is hanging properly."
In the center of the room, Lumina pirouetted slowly. The ruffles under the fur swirled gracefully, and Celia clapped her hands in delight.
"Lumina you look beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Rock isn't going to know what hit him!"
Claire and Lauren laughed at Lumina's blush.
"You're gonna knock him dead kid," Lauren grinned. "Let's get going!"
This time Claire sat in a pew, letting out a slow sigh of tired relief. It felt nice to be in a warm building, especially with the predicted snowstorm's chill winds cutting a swath through even the thickest of winter jackets.
"Makes me wish I hadn't been born in winter," she muttered under her breath, blowing on her fingers. "I'm more of a spring girl myself…"
Skye just chuckled, reaching over and covering her hands with his.
"But the winter brings out your beauty," he replied softly. "Pink cheeks, snow against sunshine hair, blue eyes the color of the sky…"
She elbowed him lightly, pleased and embarrassed all at once. Sea-green eyes glinted with warmth, and he lightly pressed a kiss to her forehead, making a blush cross her face.
It wasn't the first time he'd noticed her adorableness, but it seemed much cuter in the middle of winter when there already was a flush to her cheeks. Claire looked at him, a question on her lips, but Lumina chose that moment to begin her walk up the aisle, and the farmer refocused on her friend, leaving the words unspoken once more.
Lumina and Rock left the village for their honeymoon too, said something about spending a week in the city in a ritzy hotel/night club. They're going to be back a couple of days before the Starry Night festival.
I'm a little annoyed with myself. I wanted to ask Skye if that couldn't be us, but I just couldn't… say it. Not even at the reception.
Phuuu… I'm such a coward…