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The weeks after the proposal flew by, and now, 3 weeks later, it was Éponine and Marius' big day.

The only people they had to invite were their friends, Phillie, and Thérése. They were only planning low-key, so once the chapel was sorted, it didn't take very long at all to plan.

Since Marius and Éponine lived together, one would have to find other accommodations for the night before and morning of the wedding.

While Éponine fully intended to spend the night before and morning of her wedding day with him, Marius had a much more traditional, old-fashioned approach to most things, and this held no change.

Marius had remained at their apartment, and Éponine was spending time at Lottie's.

Éponine stood in the living room of the grand house that Lottie shared with her parents, and family.

She wore a dainty, lacy, flowing dress, and a simple veil, hemmed with lace. She had made the dress herself, and Nicolette had made the veil as a wedding gift. Lottie had given her a fine pair of earrings and bracelet, only afforded because her family were quite well off.

Her brown hair was in curls, and Lottie had done them. She had some of her mother's make-up on, and wore a radiant smile, her eyes dancing with delight.

Her mother was the first to hug her, tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry, Maman," Époine laughed.

The next few minutes were a blur of compliments and congratulations.

"Éponine, you look beautiful, ma cherie!" Lottie's mother had smiled.

"The veil suits you, 'Ponine. Marius won't be able to keep his eyes off you," Nicolette winked.

"Your dress is wonderful, 'Ponine! You look amazing," Lottie grinned.

"Oh, ma Cherie, aren't you a beautiful young lady! I'm so proud of you, dear...Oh, you are just so beautiful. I'm so glad you came and sorted out my Marius," Phillie broadly smiled.

The chapel was literally down the road, so they had no problems walking.

The grey, picturesque chapel was of average size, but its insides had a warm, inviting feel. Marius stood at the cream altar, waiting for his bride. His palms were sweating, and Joly had spent half the morning assuring him that Éponine would turn up.

An extra, uninvited guest had turned up, but they sat upstairs, out of anyone's way, and remained unnoticed.

Lottie's sister played the piano and sang, as Éponine proceeded up the short aisle. Nicolette and Lottie, in pale lilac dresses, walked before her, and her mother walked beside her, smiling to herself with pride.

All through the ceremony, Éponine and Marius smiled at each other, and he dropped in the occasional wink.

Enjolras read the prayers of the faithful, and Joly did the first and second readings.

When the priest asked if anyone had to object, the pair just looked at each other and laughed. That was, of course, before the high pitched shout echoing from above their heads.

They looked up in wonder to see Cosette looking down at them over the balcony, a crazed look in her eyes.

"I object!" she smirked, disappearing only to skip down the wooden stairs, and stand beside the small group.

The priest looked bewildered. Never, in his entire journey as a priest, had anyone actually objected.

"Go home, Cosette," Marius sighed, fed up.

"No!" she laughed shrilly, before Thérése clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Won't be two minutes," she smiled sweetly, pulling Cosette out of the chapel.

The small gathering were left confused, and decided to wait for her return.

Meanwhile, Cosette was outside with Thérése, and started to look very fearful.

"Now, girl, you listen up. My daughter is getting married, and I will not have a tramp like you ruin it.

I have warned you before, and you didn't listen. It's always been about getting your own way, hasn't it? Well, guess what?! There's no Mamma or Papa to defend you this time, and I know find rightly you can't risk ruining your innocent act.

So, I'll put it straight," she snarled, taking Cosette by the top of her dress, as the young girl gulped.

"You, you little bitch, will stay away from my daughter, her friends, Marius, and anyone they know! Do you understand? If you don't, I'm sure my darling husband could explain it to you more forcefully," she threatened. Cosette didn't know that Thérése didn't associate with him anymore, and she didn't need to.

Cosette nodded frantically, her bright eyes wide.

"So, we're all clear?" Thérése smirked.

Again, Cosette couldn't agree quicker, but still stayed mute.

"Then scram, you little whore!"

Cosette ran off, petrified, and was never seen again by any of them.

Thérése strolled back in, fixing her hair.

"Don't worry about it, it's all...sorted," she smiled, coming to stand beside Phillie and Lottie's mother.

When the priest eventually told Marius to kiss his bride, Éponine grabbed Marius and enthusiastically started kissing him, ignoring their surroundings. Marius pulled away after Enjolras cleared his throat, blushing and embarrassed, but his new wife just laughed.

They had a small party afterwards in a grand hall down the road, paid for by the money Thérése had received for the pawning of her ring.

A few hours later found Marius and Éponine laughing and dancing.

"So...'Ponine Pontmercy," he smiled at her, trying out her new name.

She giggled, looking down, then right back up into his eyes.

"I like it," she smiled.

He grinned and leant down again for a kiss.

"Is the day living up to your expectations, wifey?"

"Wifey?" she ignored the question, bursting into fits of laughter at the childish nickname.

"Yea," he shrugged, chuckling with her. "Okay then, my dearest darling wife-"

"No, now you're too fancy," she shook her head, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Well then, what should I call my new wife?"

"'Ponine, Plain old 'Ponine," she smiled.

"You'll never be plain, 'Ponine."

"Don't I know it," she laughed.

Later in the night, a man who worked at the hall came up to talk to them. Marius was talking to Phillie, and Éponine approached the man.

"Madame Pontmercy?"

She smiled widely at her new name, and nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, that's me."

"There's a man here to see you, a Monsieur Gillenormand?"

Éponine was confused, but glad Marius had some family here.

"So, will I send him up?"

"Oh, god yes! Send him up," she smiled.

The man departed, and Éponine beckoned Marius over. He came over gladly and slipped his arms around her waist.

"Yeah?"

Just at that moment, Marius' grandfather stepped through the door.

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Heyy!

Thanks for all the lovely reviews, and follows, and favourites!

Here's a pic of what Eponine's dress would have looked like:

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I did base the chapel around my local chapel, Coill an Chlochair Naomh Mhuire:

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