Author's Note: Getting closer to finishing this. The wedding, then the honeymoon and then a wrap-up. Let me know what you think. Also, does anyone familiar with a Scottish dialect want to give me pointers on the dialogue? In this chapter or any others.

Chapter 19

Elizabeth woke the following morning full of nervous anticipation. It was silly—they were already married, she told herself, and this was just a ceremony for friends and family, but still, it was her wedding day. The first wedding had been everything lovely and exactly what they had wanted, but it had been just for them. This wedding was for everyone else.

Her new Aunt Helen had enjoyed planning the wedding and the breakfast that would follow, and Georgiana had been very enthusiastic about choosing the dress. Likewise, Mrs. Reynolds had been irreplaceable as she carried out, and improved upon many of the suggestions. It was she who had contacted the venue, the caterers, the florist, the baker, and everyone else required to carry out this massive celebration in such a short time. Time and time again, Aunt Helen had complained about the "short" amount of time she had been given to plan. Since Aunt Helen was from Edinburgh, Mrs. Reynolds had been invaluable as a resource as she knew everyone in the area and was seemingly related to half of them.

Each of the two women would receive a special gift from Elizabeth during the course of the morning. Georgiana had received hers at the bridal tea, a lovely thistle pin similar to the one William had purchased for her before their first date. However, the gift for Aunt Helen and Mrs. Reynolds would be different, and Charlotte and Mary had brought them from Knoxville. One of her gifts had been hand-sewn by a friend of Mary's—a special handkerchief featuring the colors and pattern of the Darcy tartan and embroidered with the date and hers and William's initials, along with unique knitted pashminas that matched their dresses.

Before long, Elizabeth's hair and make-up were professionally done, and finally, she was putting on the ball gown she and Georgiana had selected. The dress still fit well, although it was slightly tight in the bust; the placement of the tartan sash diagonally from her right across her breast and pinned at her left hip with the thistle pin he gifted her hid any obvious tightness in her bodice.

"You look lovely, dearie," Mrs. Reynolds gushed when Elizabeth appeared in her gown. Mrs. Reynolds was the one who assisted Elizabeth with pinning the tartan properly, and if she noticed the gown's fit, she said nothing. She did, however, wipe a tear or two from her eyes as she watched Elizabeth prepare for the wedding. Although she suspected this was all for show, since she believed the two may have solemnized their vows earlier, she was still delighted to see the boy wed. After the death of his mother, Mrs. Reynolds had stepped into the role for her employer's children and even after the younger Mr. Darcy took over, she still felt maternal toward him.

Soon, it was time for the wedding to begin. The ladies had endured having their pictures taken in and around the hotel, while the gentlemen of the wedding party had done the same in different locations. Custom had kept the bride and groom apart since the night before, though they had snuck several phone calls and texts to reassure the other. Georgiana had noticed this, though she chose not to speak and inwardly laughed at her brother's inability to be without his bride for any length of time.

Since their father's death, the two had spent little time together, mainly as William was very busy managing the distillery. While it had always been his destiny, he had not been fully prepared to be thrown into its management as soon as he finished university. He had intended to work along with his father for some time and learn the position; not be thrown into it without that support. Georgiana was in school, and while she remained at home, William still worked long hours, and it was Mrs. Reynolds and Aunt Helen who provided much of the girl's care. She did not resent this, not at all, but it had not allowed a sibling relationship to grow.

Now that she was older, she was away much of the time and would finish her own degree soon. William had become more comfortable in his role in the day-to-day operations of Pemberley Distillery, and he was able to spend more time with her. At eighteen, Georgiana was able to relate to her brother differently now, and the two had established a more sibling-like relationship instead of the father-daughter one that had existed before. It was difficult at times since there was such a large age difference between them, and their interests were so different, but they made it work. Elizabeth's entrance into their lives changed this once again and seemed to help bridge the gap. It had also turned William into less of a workaholic, and he was far more willing to take time away from work now than he had been in the past.

"Elizabeth," Georgiana said as she stood with her almost sister in the foyer outside the chapel, "have I told you how glad I am you are marrying my brother? In just a few months, he has changed so much. Sometimes I'm astounded by how happy he is now, and it is all due to you. You know I have not lived with him very often in the last few years, but I can see such a difference in him while I have been home this summer."

"He makes me very happy as well, and, well, it's been nice to be a part of a family again. While I've enjoyed the time that Will and I have had together, I've loved having you and Aunt Helen staying with us this summer. I know you have to go back to school in the 'autumn', but I hope you'll come and stay with us often." Elizabeth grinned at her use of 'autumn' rather than fall to describe the upcoming season as her new family had teased for the "improper" use of the word.

Their conversation was interrupted by a cue from the wedding coordinator that it was Georgiana's turn to walk up the aisle to take her place as the maid of honor. William's Uncle Henry took her place as after the events of the night before, he had asked to walk her up the aisle in a show of support.

"Now, I know that the two of you wed sometime ago, dear, but I do hope you know how glad my wife and I are that William found you. He has had a difficult time since his father died, and while he has done well professionally, he has largely eschewed any romantic relationships. My sister's attempts to force grasping women toward him have not helped, and while the speed of your union might surprise many, it does not surprise me. You are perfect for him, and I think you both recognized that fact very quickly. You will be happy, my dear, and the Fitzwilliams gladly welcome you into the family."

"Thank you, sir," Elizabeth whispered. "He makes me very happy, and I'm thrilled I came to Scotland and we found each other. He's what I needed as well."

At that moment, the musicians struck up the processional music. Elizabeth smiled as this had been the subject of much conversation during which Georgiana insisted that the bagpipes be played during the ceremony as a tribute to the late Mr. Darcy, who had been an amateur player. William had laughed at her remembering that, as the elder Darcy had been terrible, but he delighted in teasing his children with his playing.

Just as the doors opened to the sound of "The Mist Covered Mountains of Home" played in a small band consisting of piano, fiddle, and bagpipe, William looked down the aisle at his bride approaching him. He immediately noticed her broad grin and, knowing its cause, grinned back just as broadly. A few in the audience were surprised, having not known Mr. Darcy to smile that often, but, it was obvious to all that on his wedding day, he was a happy man.

The ceremony simultaneously rushed and dragged by. William and Elizabeth were anxious for it to end, though they enjoyed repeating the vows for the second time to each other. This was a slightly different version, and they included the Scottish handfasting ceremony as a nod to his upbringing and culture.

Finally, the priest offered a final blessing on the couple's marriage both in Gaelic and English:

Mìle fàilte dhuit le d'bhréid,
Fad do ré gun robh thu slàn.
Móran làithean dhuit is sìth,
Le d'mhaitheas is le d'nì bhi fàs.

A thousand welcomes to you with your marriage.
May you be healthy all your days.
May you be blessed with long life and peace,
may you grow old with goodness, and with riches.

Following this, they began the recessional back down the aisle, led by the fiddler and the bagpiper as they played Robert Burns' famous tune "My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose." Elizabeth and William were laughing as they followed, and all those who attended were happy to see the couple in such a state. Many of his friends and relatives who had known William following his father's death had wondered if he would find a measure of happiness again, as he had seemed weighed down with responsibilities and were pleased to see him so light-hearted.

The guests moved to the restaurant, where cocktails would be served until the wedding party arrived. The wedding party was ushered back into the church to begin taking pictures, and some additional pictures would be taken outside. There was a brief delay to find the bride and groom, who had taken advantage of a few minutes of privacy for a not-so-short embrace, but soon, they were discovered and forced to rejoin the others.

Before too long, however, the pictures were over, and the wedding party joined the rest of the guests. The bride and groom were announced and soon, the wedding breakfast had begun. Elizabeth still laughed at calling a full meal served at 6 in the evening a breakfast but enjoyed the meal—as much of it as she was able to eat since they were constantly interrupted by guests coming to congratulate the couple. Several Elizabeth had met during the days leading up to the wedding though she enjoyed speaking with them as they were friends of Williams from his school days and childhood. Many of the others she had met before as they worked with William in various regards, either for him or with him.

Since so few of Elizabeth's friends and no family were invited or could have made the trip even if they had been invited, it felt very one-sided to Elizabeth in some ways, but she did enjoy getting to speak to people who were important to her husband. She even exchanged a few numbers with some of the ladies, and a few offered to take her around after the honeymoon, either to shop or to introduce her around, which Elizabeth appreciated. The time between their engagement and 'wedding' had been busy, and Elizabeth had not had the opportunity to meet very many other people, at least not away from Pemberley Distillery.

Finally, it was time for their dance. Elizabeth was a little nervous, but very quickly, those nerves faded as she was held in her husband's arms as they waltzed around the room. The song, a mashup of The Tennessee Waltz, a nod to her upbringing, and to both of their amusement, The Skye Boat Song, a nod to his. All the lessons they had been forced to participate in had paid off and they danced in perfect harmony, although much closer together than the instructor had recommended.

When the dance ended, they stood staring into each other's eyes for several moments before Richard came and nudged the pair apart in the guise of congratulating them and claiming his own dance with the bride. Reluctantly, William asked his sister to dance, and the rest of the party joined them in yet another slow song. Although it had been planned for the couple to participate in a couple more dances, they elected to stay together, making the rounds of the guests again before cutting and serving the cake. Before long, though not soon enough for either the bride or groom, it was time for the couple to make their escape, aided and abetted by Mrs. Reynolds.