Here's the new chapter! And sorry if Elphaba seems to be OOC sometimes. I'm not all that great at writing sarcastic dialogue. OH AND, there's a poll on my profile. Y'all should vote /hinthint. Anyway, enjoy! (And please review!) c:

Over the next couple of days, the household was working up froth over the wedding. Glinda barely had time to see her fiancée, or even Boq for that matter, and the pressure to have everything right was physically draining her. She practically got no sleep because everyone was asking her "expert" opinion on the color of the napkins or of the draperies in the main hall. If not for her training in proper etiquette, the blonde would have flown off the handle and told them all that she couldn't care less and that they should take their questioning to someone who really cared. "Glinda, just calm down; it'll be over soon enough." She muttered under her breath, trying to summon just a bit of self-control from within her. It wasn't as easy as it sounded.

To be honest, Fiyero wasn't having much fun either. He had tried countless times to tell his mother that she needed to stop worrying about this. His tuxedo was already picked out and dry-cleaned, his shoulder-length hair was trimmed and the split-ends were gone (he honestly didn't give a damn about his hair), and his eyebrows (to his great displeasure) had been plucked to perfection. Even worse, Elphaba had been avoiding him. Then again, he only saw her when she was assisting with Glinda's wedding dress or helping Carole with the large tent that they set up for the reception.

A few days before the wedding, Fiyero had strolled into the great hall (where the wedding was to take place) after he saw Carole consulting Elphaba about the heart-shaped ice sculpture. The wedding seemed to be taking its toll on Elphaba as well and her face looked weathered and her posture was sloppy, contrasting her normally upright stance. Fiyero cantered over, a smile replacing his poker face. "Good morning, Mrs. Upland." He greeted her, kissing the back of her hand formally. The prince only gave a bow of his head to acknowledge Elphaba's presence.

"Good morning to you as well, Prince Fiyero. Elphaba, I trust that you'll have this mishap straightened out?" Carole questioned her, Elphaba responding with a quick "Yes, ma'am" and a rapt nod of her head. The woman left the group and advanced outside towards the tent, wanting to make sure that all was well for the reception.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Fiyero asked her bluntly, grasping her wrist and turning her to face him. She shrugged in annoyance and turned back to the ice sculpture, attempting to figure out where the champagne was supposed to flow out of. Fiyero rolled his gray eyes. This is just like her, impertinent and stubborn.

"Elphaba, you're ignoring me. I still love you, you know? I still love you even after proposing to you. I know it was a mistake and I'm sorry." He apologized to her, very much hoping that she'd accept his apology and he could actually be with her once again.

"What was the mistake, Fiyero? Was the mistake loving me or proposing? It sure sounded like the former." Elphaba brushed past him and began to spray the French doors, wiping them clean with a cloth.

"Oh Oz no, Fae, loving you-"

"Fiyero, stop right there. First of all, please do not call me Fae. Second of all, just don't finish that sentence. I don't want to hear about how loving me has changed your life and you want to be with me forever." The prince felt rather ashamed, considering the fact that she stole the words right out of his mouth.

"You think I'm really stupid, don't you?"

"No, not really stupid," Elphaba cackled at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Because I love you and I proposed to you. You think I'm stupid for doing so."

Elphaba seemed to ponder his words and she raised a slender eyebrow in amusement. "I think you're very stupid for falling in love with me, Tigelaar. And I think that you're even stupider to propose to me. I'm a servant, do you not understand that? I am not allowed to marry. Even if I was, why do you think it would be a good idea to marry me? It's very dumb, considering that you could –and will- have Glinda as your wife."

Fiyero was fed up with her incessant rambling. "Would you like to know what I think, Elphaba?"

"No."

He wasn't really expecting that, but he pressed on. "I think that you really need to shut up." The green girl looked stunned and taken aback by his words and she made to slap him across the face but that was something that a girl like Glinda would do. Instead, she just gave him a characteristic and cold glare. Fiyero was nonplussed and he pressed his lips to hers, claiming her mouth for his own. His expert tongue drew hers in and he sincerely hoped that she wouldn't break away. Elphaba stiffened, surprised at the sudden intrusion. But she eventually melted into him and instinctively tangled her green fingers into his silky tresses.

Fiyero began to get flustered and he ran his hands down her back, gripping her waist. Elphaba started to slip backwards as the prince pushed himself into her. They both tumbled backwards and the ice sculpture teetered back and forth and then ended up on the hardwood floor, shattered. The couple broke away at the noise and Elphaba's hands went to her mouth. "Oh my Oz, this is all my fault! What am I going to do…?" She mumbled incoherent things under her breath as she knelt down to pick up the shards of ice.

"Elphaba, it's not all your fault. I pushed you into it." He knelt down beside her, picking up the broken pieces as well.

"What the hell-?" Carole entered the room, almost fainting at the sight. "Elphaba, what have you done?" She shouted angrily and Elphaba stood up, her hands wringing nervously.

"Madam, I'm so sorry, I tripped over the bucket and fell." The girl began to apologize excessively and her eyes weren't daring enough to meet Carole's.

"Not another word, Elphaba Thropp." The servant flinched at the harsh tone.

"Mrs. Upland, it wasn't Elphaba's fault. I fell and hit it. She's just trying to take the blame off of me." Fiyero informed her convincingly. Carole shifted her gaze between the two, not sure who to believe.

"Well, I'm not sure which one of you is telling the truth, but it's water under the bridge now. I'll have to order another." Both were surprised at the older woman's calm and collected voice, and they stared at her until she left to prepare orders for another sculpture.

Fiyero risked a glance at Elphaba, expecting her to be fuming with anger. Instead, it was quite the opposite. She was laughing. "That was the most fun I've ever had!" The girl exclaimed, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

"So you're not mad?" He questioned and she shook her narrow head.

"Not really, but next time you kiss me, make sure that there's nothing around. I don't want that happening again, Tigelaar." She scolded while Fiyero leaned in to kiss her again, everything (including the broken ice sculpture) forgotten.