Yay! A wedding! Yeah, I know this isn't the super long one I promised, but I'm working on it! I hope ya like this one, though!
The past few weeks had been much of a blur to Wendy. It had all been a flurry of sampling cakes, trying on dresses, getting her hair done, listening to the excited squeals of the other girls…
In those weeks, Wendy had felt like this day could never come quick enough. But now, standing in front of the wall mirror, twirling her lacy white skirts, Wendy felt nothing but an insane amount of butterflies in her stomach. Suddenly, she wished for those days to come back, when a day of such commitment was long away and that thought could ease her raging nerves.
But, through all those nerves, she knew that this was absolutely what she wanted. So why did she feel like she wouldn't have the strength to walk out of this room, much less down the aisle?
Wendy heard the doorknob turn before she saw the door open in the mirror. She turned, skirts spinning and blue hair bouncing as she faced the white-haired barmaid stepping into the room. Mirajane, one of her bridesmaids, was dressed in a lovely shade of lilac, a color that was just a couple shades lighter than Wendy's fiancée's hair. Wendy had picked it just for him. But now the color sent yet another nervous butterfly into her stomach, reminding her again how huge today was going to be for her.
Mirajane smiled at Wendy. "Hey, Miss future Romeo Conbolt," she said. "How ya feeling?"
Wendy offered her a small smile. "Ah, you know…like a bride."
"Good." She watched Wendy's expression for a minute. "You're not nervous or anything?"
"N-No!" Wendy said quickly before wincing at the horribly told lie.
Mirajane's smile softened from pure excitement to sympathy. In a motherly tone that made Wendy's tension ease just ever so slightly, Mirajane settled onto the footstool and said, "Come sit with me for a minute. Okay?"
Wendy nodded with a slight, weary sigh before perching herself on the available space left on the footstool. Mira patted her knee and said, "Now, why are you nervous?"
"I…" Wendy shook her head a little. "I honestly don't know…I guess because it's such a big commitment…"
"Ah." Mira's hand moved from Wendy's knee, and she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Let me tell you a secret, okay?"
"All right."
"Do you remember," Mirajane began, "when I got married to Freed?"
Wendy nodded. "Asuka dumped the basketful of petals on her head instead of on the aisle," she said with a little smile. "And you made Freed braid his hair so he'd look nice. His hair was curly for weeks!"
Mira giggled. "I thought it was cute! But, anyway, no one knows it, but…I was all nervous, too."
Wendy gaped. "Really? But you two are made for each other!"
Mirajane nodded. "Yeah…but every bride gets those pre-wedding jitters. Where you feel doubtful."
Wendy lowered her eyes down to her hands. "I really do want to marry him, Mira…but I can't stop that feeling—"
"Do you love him?"
"Yes." There was no doubt in the blunette's voice then. No matter her nerves, she knew that she loved him with all her heart.
Mirajane smiled at the certainity of her response. "Then there's your answer, Wendy." She stood up, her smile turning into a mischievous grin. "Now, go get your Romeo!"
"And do you, Wendy Marvell, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Wendy's smile was brilliant as she uttered without a single doubt or nerve:
"I do."
Romeo's boyish grin that blew Natsu's out of the water appeared, a grin that always took her breath away. The Master never even finished saying the word "kiss" before his lips were on hers, and the world just seemed to melt away except for the two of them.
When they finally returned to reality, where the guild members were cat-calling and cheering as loudly as possible, Wendy caught Mirajane's eyes as the white-haired woman clung to the arm of her husband. There was a knowing smile on the woman's face.
Wendy mouthed to her, Thank you, as she walked back down the aisle on the arm of her husband, feeling happier than she'd ever been before.
Wendy had got her Romeo.
