Hello everyone. It's a Sherlolly story, SHOCKER. ENJOY
"Sherlock do we really have to do this, can't we just call in sick" begged Molly. Serlock unbuckled his seatbelt and penned the car door.
"No Molly we can't, I promised mummy that we'd do this. You would want to upset her now would you" he said. Molly silently agreed and she to exited the car.
"I don't like this tough, I feel like a show animal" Molly said. She stepped out of the car and examined herself to make sure she look presentable. Long curly hair, check. Long blue dress with one shoulder, check. Awesome black heels, check. Ruby red lipstick, check. Pearl jewelry that Sherlock's mother had given her, check. She seem to be ready.
"Trust me Molly, at this event you are a show animal. These people will look for any flaws and use them to destroy you" Sherlock said. He didn't look half bad either. Perfect suit with her favorite purple shirt underneath.
"Why do people care who your fiancé is anyway, it's not like it matters" Molly said as she walked over to Sherlock to straighten his bow tie.
"It's all about breeding. My family consorts with those who believe blood makes a person who they are. They hold a party when someone in the crowd gets engaged, so they can judge and make sure the person is worthy enough" he said.
"That's horrible" Molly replied.
"One time a man had a fiancé with a cockney accent, you would have though she had shot the queen the way they treated her" he said. Molly was utterly shocked.
"Did they still get married" she asked.
"His mother wouldn't allow the wedding to go through unless she got rid of her accent, so she took some classes and now she sounds just like all the rest of the group" he said. He held out his arms, Molly intertwined hers into his and they began to make their way to the party.
" what can you tell me about this group that will be judging me" asked Molly.
" besides my family, there are 5 other families. The Burgess Family, The Mathis Family, The Wolfe Family, The Sherwood Family, and The Locke Family. They all are 'old money' families and they won't be easy to impress" he said.
" has anyone actually not gotten married because of this party" Molly asked.
"Oh yes, I stopped one single handedly, but she was a serial adulterer and a serial killer so I actually did some good" he said. Molly and Sherlock eventually made it up to the big manor house where the party was being held. The manor looked like a greek pantheon and Molly suddenly felt so unrefined. Soon she would be under the eyes of hundreds of people.
"I don't know if I can do this Sherlock, I'm not exactly posh material" Molly nervously said. Sherlock shook it off.
" all you have to do is convince these people you can function in high society for one evening then your in for life, they won't question you once we're married" he said. Molly had often dreamed of hear Sherlock say ' once we're married' to her, but she wished she could enjoyed it better.
"Is there anyone I should really suck up to, like a head posh person or whatever" she asked. Sherlock was confused.
"No not really, and also don't say 'whatever' it doesn't look good" he said. Molly noted this and suddenly she was at the front door, waiting to walk to her doom. A older man in a tuxedo opened the doors for the couple and Molly and Sherlock glided into the house. They walked into a very large foyer and a hundred or so people where mingling about. Suddenly a lady in the middle of the crowd spotted them and cleared her throat in the most elegant way possible. This attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our most honored and distinguished guests have arrived. Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his bride-to-be Ms. Molly Hooper" said a lady. Everyone's turned to face Molly and Sherlock. Molly felt the pressure mounting up. The crowd clapped for them and Sherlock gave them a slight smile so Molly did the same. After the clapping had died down, the couple made their way into the crowd. Sherlock quickly found Mycroft in the dense crowd.
"I though you said you weren't going to be here" said Sherlock to his older brother.
"And pass up the chance to see you and Molly ripped to shreds, I think not" he replied. He was joking...right. Before Molly could question him she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Molly turned around and saw a middle aged blonde woman behind her.
"Hello Ms. ...Hooper is it. Anyway my name is Aretha Wolfe, my husband and I are the head of the Wolfe family" she said gracefully.
"That's wonderfully, it's so nice to meet you Mrs. Wolfe" said Molly as elegantly as she could muster.
"Oh darling the pleasure is all mine. I never though I would see the day when the younger Holmes brother would take a wife" she said. Molly didn't know if it was a compliment or not.
"So, what do you do for a living, or are you just an heiress like I was" asked Aretha. Molly though about her answer for a moment, she couldn't tell people she was a pathologist. That wasn't exactly a good profession to brag about.
"Oh I'm a doctor" she said. Well she wasn't lying.
" Really, I though they said your name was Ms. Hooper, not Dr. Hooper" she said.
"It's a common mistake, I try not to make a big deal out of it" Molly replied. Aretha flashed Molly a fake smile.
"We'll it was nice chatting with you Dr. Hooper, hopefully the next time I see you you'll be Dr. Holmes" she said and then she walked away. Molly let out a deep breath and calmed herself down. 1 down 5,000,000,000 to go. Mycroft walked up behind Molly and took her by the hand.
"Could I bother you for a dance Ms. Hooper" he asked. Molly smiled at him.
"Of corse Mr. Holmes" she said. Mycroft walked Molly out onto the floor and a slow symphony began to play.
"I saw you talking to Aretha Wolfe, she is one of the people you'll be needing approval from" he said.
"I told her I was a doctor so I think I'm ok with her" Molly said.
"You didn't tell her what kind of doctor your are did you" he asked.
"Mycroft,I think they would have a heart attack if I told them I work with dead bodies" she whispered.
"You'd be out of here before they could throw their trust funds at you" he said which made Molly giggle.
"Excuse me Mycroft, but could you let us older gentlemen dance with the pretty ladies" asked an old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Mycroft smiled falsely and let the old man cut in. Molly was utterly confused now, who was she dancing with, where had he come from, where the heck was Sherlock.
"I hope you don't mind dancing with an old man like me for a moment" he said.
"Oh not at all, but I would like to know your name so we could get to know each other" Molly asked. The old man smiled
" The name is Edwin Sherwood, and you of course are Molly Hooper" he said.
"You are correct, have you been sharpening your skills of deduction" she said.
"It doesn't take a Holmes boy to figure that out Molly May" he said. Molly laughed.
"So Molly May, where did you grow up" he asked.
"Just out side of London" she said. Edwin pondered he response.
"I believe I once had some investors that lived out there, they always said it was nice" he replied.
"It is" Molly replied.
" I like you Molly May, your better then all of these woman my grandkids and there friends are marrying. Your just hoping you'll survive tonight" he said.
"I guess I'm easy to read" she said. Molly suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned her head to she Sherlock behind her.
"Could I cut in Edwin" he asked.
"Why should I let you Sherly, you get her for the rest of your life" Edwin teased.
"You have your wife to attend to and I have mine" Sherlock replied. Edwin let go of Molly and handed her over to Sherlock.
"Sherlock you know Phoebe isn't any fun to dance with, she only dances with one foot because the others in the grave" Edwin said with a laugh. Then he waddled away.
"I like him" Molly said.
"He's one of the more eccentric people in our group, and that includes me" he said.
"So, am I a hit or what" Molly asked.
"We'll I did hear Angelica Mathis call you a whore, but she's had a crush on my since high school so I wouldn't think anything of it. All in all most of the people seem to like you, but we do have a slight problem" he said. Molly grew concerned.
"What would that be" Molly asked.
" we'll it seemed that you cut open Marcia Locke's great-grandfather two years ago and she has recognized you. In a matter of moments the entire room will know you dissect corpses" he said.
"Did you hear that" Molly asked.
"Here what"
"That was the sound of our marriage flying out the window" Molly said.
"SHE CUTS OPEN WHAT?" Yelled a woman from across the room.
"And so it begins"
It's the ending, yeah. Leave a nice comment and as always THANKS FOR READING