Hush settles over the crowd and she draws a sigh of well needed relief until she feels it. It's the presence that caused the silence and an impressive one at that, so much in fact she mentally slaps herself for not noticing it sooner.
Well whoever it is she'll make damned sure to thank them later for shutting everyone up by just being there. Heh, technically that person has just `been there for her` and that thought is an example of what everyone she knows would call her notoriously bad sense of humour.
Who could it be though? She finds herself curious but a single glance at the old maid currently busy with fastening one layer of what is her wedding kimono tells her she's not allowed to take a single step towards finding out.
It's just a little bit vexing and she grinds her teeth to show it and gets a murderous glare from another old maid surveying the obi that will be tied around her waist as soon as the first one is done. Okay, so gritting teeth is a big no-no.
Man, maids sure can be scary but it goes without saying she likes them more than the people outside. She wishes she'd had old maids so it could've been like this always, then again, if her family been such to take maids she'd probably grown up to be such a person she wouldn't have liked them.
Turns out, and that to her delight, that whomever the presence belongs to has decided to come closer of their own accord and thus her curiosity will be satisfied anyways, she's really starting to like this person.
As it enters the building she can easily smell it's a male, well that's a shocker, or not, she can't decide. Either way she's so giddy about this person relieving her of all her previous troubles she can just feel the goofy grin spread.
The man smacks the screen door open with a force you think would break it, it doesn't break however, and let's his eyes skim over everything in the room before giving her an extra second of staring and oh great spirits she had no idea the gods made men that pretty and she's sure her face is still adorned with that goofy grin and it's far too late to wipe it off and maybe it's rude to smile at strange men at your own wedding and just like that he smacks the door closed again and he's gone.
The old maids grumble as they continue their tasks, the one that was just fingering the, to her, overly intricate obi is now attempting to tame her unruly hair but quickly, and wisely decides that it's probably best to just cover it with the white cap later.
It soon becomes apparent from their otherworldly low volume grumbling that the man just now, if beauty had a face, was the Sesshomaru guy she's supposed to marry and that it's certainly not in any way okay for him to just storm in here like he owns the place, though he does, and seeing the bride before the ceremony and all.
At least at their first meeting she greeted him with a smile. Now her dad can have one less thing to worry about.
Honestly, he has been worried about everything. That she's not pretty enough, that she'll stumble, that she'll somehow end up offending everyone and anyone and so on and so forth. Sometimes she'd wish he'd have more confidence in her, after all her mother, whom she happens to resemble a great deal, managed to get married just fine and that marriage turned out a wonderful one.
Of course, when she mentioned this to him he simply scoffed and said that her mother didn't marry the commander.
Tying an obi as it turns out is an excellent way to knock the wind out of someone and make sure it never gets back in. It dawns in her that she'll have to sit like this, her face itchy from having makeup plastered on it, her head hurting from the futile attempts at giving her a nice hairdo and not being able to take even a full quarter of a breath for the whole ceremony until the reception.
She's going to die.