It had been four years since Cruella's release from prison. She had recaptured her former glory as a fashion designer, had mental breaks and had fallen in love. With a person. She didn't think her heart could hold love for anything beside fur and herself, but she was wrong. Her closest servant for many years had managed to capture her heart, at last. She had never experienced true happiness before now. She thought she was happy but in hindsight she knew now that she was never happy, just content and somewhat satisfied with glory, cigarettes and fur. Alonzo had opened new doors for Cruella, doors she never knew existed, before now. That old classic, annoying song «Stupid Cupid» were on a loop in her brain, she could barely focus on her work. «Damn this song, this wretched, wretched song» she would scream.
The wedding date was set. It was to be a winter wedding, she needed it to be as cold as possible, she was not going to get married in summer or spring, she would melt in the magnificent Polar bear cub dress she had designed. She could wear white, she was still a virgin, kind of, Alonzo didn't count as it was him she was going to marry.
«This wedding will be this year's happening» she told Alonzo. «Everyone, the entire land will rejoice in our splendid happiness, darling» she said and kissed him. Alonzo trembled, he was still somewhat nervous in Cruella's company, but that was just his nature, and he was genuinely happy. «It will be great, you'll be the most beautiful bride in the entire world» he said. «I know» she said and laughed joyfully and pinched his nose.
She went in to her walk in closet to check on her wedding dress, maybe it needed changes or updates. She went in every ten minutes for that reason. It needed to be perfect. Alonzo tried to follow her in. Cruella threw a shoe at him. «GET OUT!» She yelled. «You're not going to see the dress until I walk up the altar.» she said strictly. «B-b-but you're not allowed to set foot in any holy house since you tried to burn down Westminster Abbey some 20 years ago» he said. «Oh please, darling, how can you set fire to concrete?» she laughed. «You poured gasoline all over the benches, hadn't you been caught..» he said. «Details darling, details.» she said and waved him away. «I bought my way in, we're to be married in Westminster like royals!» she yelled after him. Alonzo popped his head back in «How much?» he asked. «None of your business! NOW WILL YOU LEAVE ME BE?!» she hollered and smacked the door in his face.
«Oh my dress, my beautiful darling dress!» she said to herself as she felt the soft fur between her fingers. It was strapless with a gorgeous white fur bustier that led down to a full skirt made completely out of fur. The hemline was trimmed with black fur spots all the way around. The cape was made out of white baby seal and had a train 5 metres long. She had gotten her hands on proper royal jewels worn by Queen Elizabeth I herself. There were twenty long strands of pearls and five shorter strands of pear shaped pearls, leading up to a black jewelled choker that spread all the way out to her shoulders. The earrings were grand, they were made out of black jewels and pearls also. Her hair was going to be in a magnificent up-do, also sporting pearls and black jewels. «GLOVES!» she exclaimed. «I need gloves, white gloves, trimmed with white fur.» she said to herself. Everything needed to be of utmost perfection, she had even got a custom made cigarette holder with pearls and jewels.
Cruella went downstairs for tea. She found Alonzo in the tea room reading a newspaper. «Any wars?» she asked. «There's problems in Syria» he said. «Wonderful, pour me some tea, darling.» she said and sat down. «When is the date?» Alonzo asked as he poured the tea. «What date?» Cruella asked. «The wedding date» he said. «You don't know the date of your own wedding?!» she asked. «You never told me. I asked but you said it was none of my business» he said. «Don't be absurd.» she said. Alonzo just looked at her, confused. He decided to go along with it, as he always did. «I must have forgot, I'm sorry!» he said. «It's the twenty first of February.» she said and sipped her tea. «That's in just over a month, is everything ready?» he asked. «Yes, don't you worry your little head, darling.» she said and stood up. She walked over to him and kissed him on his head. «Just turn up, that's all you need to do.» she said and exited. Alonzo let out a sigh of relief and got back to reading his paper.
Cruella went up to her room to change, she was going to pay a visit. She needed to look her best. She put on an emerald green, floor length, fitted dress and a big fluffy deep green fur coat, topping it all off with sapphire jewels.
She was going to see her parents.
Cruella rang the bell at her parent's house and waited two seconds before she barged in. «MOTHER!» she yelled.
«Is it?! It can't be!» Malevola said to Fredrick, her eyes almost falling out of her head. «Now don't you start up again, you two are like fire and fuel» Fredrick said and shook his head.
Malevola got up with the help of her cane and started walking towards the hall.
Cruella barged in to the living room with open arms. «Mother.» she said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. «Father, oh how I've missed you!» she said as she gave his a kiss on the cheek also.
Malevola turned around and looked at Fredrick in disbelief and shock. He looked back and shrugged his shoulders.
«Ella?» Fredrick asked subtly. «No.» Cruella said with a scheming look on her face.
Malevola looked back and forth in confusion, the last time they had been together they had tried to kill each other, literally.
«I'm getting married, mother, father, I am so happy, at last!» Cruella exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.
«Who would marry you?!» Malevola asked in all seriousness. «Now, don't you start this again» Fredrick said. «Who is the, uhh, lucky bridegroom?» Fredrick asked.
«Alonzo!» Cruella answered with a warm smile.
«HA, marrying your servant? You really are a failure!» Malevola snickered. Cruella turned her head swiftly and and made claws with her hand as if she were about to scratch her mother. «There there» Fredrick said as he pulled up a chair for Cruella. «So when is the date?» Fredrick asked. «Who cares, we're not invited» Malevola sneered.
«But you are, that is why I came, to invite you both! It will be grand, it will take place at Westminster Abbey.» Cruella said.
«But you aren't allowed in any holy hou..» Was all Malevola got to say before Cruella shot in «SHUT UP!».
«How much did you pay them to let you in?» Malevola asked. «That is none of your business, mother, I am here to invite you to my wedding, can you for once in your miserable stinking life be kind?» Cruella demanded. «Of course, Cruella» Fredrick said. «I didn't speak to you, you old bag!» She yelled. «I'm sorry, that woman always gets on my nerves.» Cruella said. Fredrick nodded in silence. «We'll be there.» He said. «Good, here.» Cruella said as she handed the invitation to Fredrick. He nodded and smiled. Cruella turned around and faced her mother and gave her a look of disdain. She subtly kicked Malevola's cane to the floor as she walked past her. «Whoops..» Cruella said and laughed all the way to the door. «That miserable abortion..» Malevola sneered as she heard the door slam shut. «I know, dear» Fredrick said.
The big day was here! Cruella woke up wearing a smile, something that had never happened before. She got out of bed and drew the curtains. She rang the servants bell. Within 20 seconds she heard someone running up the stairs. A knock on the door. «Madam!» she heard.
«Come in, darling!» she said. Stella and Marco entered the room. «Breakfast?» Stella asked. «Are you insane? I haven't eaten for a week, I have a corset to fit into!» Cruella sneered. «Of course, madam.» Stella said.
«DON'T JUST STAND THERE! MAKEUP! HAIR!» Cruella yelled. Stella and Marco rushed over.
Marco asked if she wasn't going to take a shower first. «Oh.. Of course you idiot!» She said and got up.
«STELLA!» she screamed from the hall.
Two hours later her hair was in the most incredible, tall up-do, black jewels and pear shaped pearls dressed her hair to perfection. Her face was pale with powder, her lips redder than blood and of course, her lashes blacker than her mother's heart.
It was time to get dressed. She removed her golden lace robe and morning dress. As she held her arms out, Marco fastened the crisp white whalebone corset. When he started to cinch it, Cruella lost her breath for two second and grabbed Stella's hair with such force that she ended up with a nest of blonde hair in her hands when she let go. «Marco, you imbecile, LET ME KNOW BEFORE YOU SUFFOCATE ME!» she hollered. «I'm so sorry, do you want me to loosen it up a little?» he asked. «Tighten it more» Cruella said.
Marco looked at her in disbelief. You could almost grab around her entire waist. «Are you sure?» he asked. «DO AS I SAY!» she screamed and slapped him across his face. Stella gasped. «It's the nerves.» Cruella said, as a matter of factly. Marco rubbed his face before he cinched her with all his power. Cruella almost got whiplashed. She could barely breathe. «You idiot *gasping for air* LOOSEN IT».
He did as he was told.
They moved on to the dress. She stepped in to the dress as it lied on the carpeted floor. Marco needed Stella's assistance to zip it up, even with an incredibly cinched corset it was a chore. She moved on to put on the white gloves, jewellery, an extravagant veil and 6 inched white heels. Lastly they put on her cape with the 5 metre long train. «I'm ready» she said and took Stella and Marco's hands. «Kill them» Stella said and smiled.
Cruella stepped in to the huge white and gold carriage outside the gates. There were champagne and strawberries. She gulped down an entire glass in five seconds. «I can take one strawberry.. For energy.» she rationalised to herself.
When she arrived outside Westminster Abbey there was a black carpet, photographers, reporters, film crews and fans everywhere.
As the carriage door opened there was dead silence. The uniformed door opener put out his hand, and as she put hers in his, showing her diamond rings, bracelet and manicured gloves the crowd started cheering. She exited the carriage with more grace and elegance than any royal ever could. As she walked the carpet the flashes from cameras went wild. when she reached the top of the stairs she turned around and waved, and completely forgetting who she was, she said «Thank you for attending my wedding, my loyal subjects.»
The crowd went silent in confusion. Cruella turned back around and entered the Abbey.
It was time. Now or never.
It took her a good minute to walk all the way to the altar, and when she got nearer and saw Alonzo standing there, looking more confident than she had ever seen him, all of her stress and worry went away. She knew that this was going to be the most memorable moment in her life, and she was marrying the love of her life. She couldn't help but smile. «I deserve this» she whispered to herself.
The ceremony was beautiful, but long. She was tempted at one point to tell the Priest to hurry up and get to the point, but managed to bite her tongue. And it was worth it, she had true happiness in her life, finally.
As Cruella and Alonzo started their walk down the altar to exit the Abbey she walked past her mother and father. She could see them both wiping their tears and as they passed them, Malevola said «You look beautiful, Cruella. But I looked better!»
Cruella said «Thanks, and I doubt it, you old anglerfish.» and laughed all the way down the altar. Everyone in sight rejoiced and were clapping and cheering, throwing rice, and crystals at Cruella's request of course.
Cruella and Alonzo entered the white and golden carriage once again and rode down the street for the first time as a married couple. They were truly happy for the first time.
They lived dominantly and submissively for the rest of their days.