22 May, 2012
Linny couldn't believe this day had finally come. Four days ago, Dorian Love (24, of Hendersonville, North Carolina) had gotten down on one knee in Starbucks and offered to keep his promises to her forever. It seemed simultaneously like it had been yesterday and months ago, probably because she and Dorian had barely separated since then, except when one or the other of them needed to work (as her classes had already let out for the summer). And now, on a bright Tuesday afternoon, she was leaving the back door of the chapel and padding barefoot up the garden path towards where her gorgeous fiance was waiting for her.
They'd opted for something simple and quirky, like them -- a wedding out behind the chapel, among the flowers, with the officiant standing under the tree to marry them. Linny's dress just brushed her calves, and her hair was pushed back into a messy updo with a slightly shimmery headband. One hand clutched a bouquet of peonies, while the other was holding onto the fingers of her closest friend in Evergreen (and coworker) Waverly, whose husband was seated in one of the few white, folding chairs that had been brought out for the requisite witnesses (mostly church staff). Linny hadn't wanted to totally break with tradition, but the idea of calling her dad out here... well. She and Max McTavish weren't as close as they used to be. Luckily, Waverly had been more than happy to fill in for her father.
As they neared where Dorian and the pastor stood, Linny felt Waverly give her fingers a little squeeze; she gave her pregnant friend a grateful smile and a kiss on the cheek before letting go of her hand and moving to stand across from Dorian. God, he looked handsome... and happy. Maybe a little nervous, but then again, Linny couldn't blame him on that point. She had a fair few butterflies herself, though now that she was standing up there, they were dissipating. Instead, she just felt a sort of tingling tightness in her legs, as if she could barely restrain herself from launching across the garden path and into Dorian's arms. She almost giggled when she realized that he wasn't actually wearing the pants to match his tux jacket, but nice jeans, and beneath that, bare feet to match her own. God, he was perfect.
She only became aware of the pastor speaking when he spoke her name; she looked at him, then quickly at Dorian. "Oh, right! Vows. Um." She laughed a little, nervously, and took a deep breath. "Dorian... the day we met, you told me love is always keeping your promises, no matter what. Here are my promises to you. I promise that I will never make you sit through a chick flick if you don't want to; I promise to learn how to cook before trying to feed you, so you don't get food poisoning. I promise I won't nag you about leaving your books everywhere, and I promise I won't practice my violin while you're trying to sleep. Mostly, though, I promise I'll always be your friend, and even if we fight, I'll always listen to what you have to say. I promise I'll never let the sun set on angry words, and I'll wake you up every day with a kiss. I promise--" a flush suffused her cheeks, and she kept her blue eyes on his. "I promise that for the rest of my life, I'll be your partner in everything, and that I'll love you without expiration or condition."
Linny couldn't help the blush that rose into her cheeks when Dorian started speaking; she was fairly certain her cheeks matched her hair at this point. She couldn't care, though. He was just... too perfect. This whole thing was too perfect. Here she was, nineteen years old, barefoot and holding hands with the gorgeous, adorable, wonderful man she'd met four days ago and pledging a lifetime of love and partnership. It was like something out of a romance novel. She squeezed his hands back, laughing softly at his last statement.
A moment later, though, he was letting go of her hands and looking around to give signals; perplexed, with a little crease forming between her eyebrows out of befuddlement, Linny tried to follow his gaze. She turned on the spot to see some of the witnesses standing--and beginning to sing. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open in an amazed, disbelieving smile as Dorian started to serenade her with what she soon recognized to be a Michael Jackson song. She couldn't help but laugh delightedly, raising her hands up to cover her mouth as she grinned from ear to ear, looking between all the singers but focusing her attention on the man who would be, in a matter of moments, her husband.
When they finished, Linny launched forward a step to fling her arms around Dorian's neck; she went up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his quickly, murmuring against them: "I love you." Then, her cheeks flushing, she dropped back to the flats of her feet but stayed close to him, her hands finding his again as she looked to the officiant. "Sorry. I couldn't wait for you to give us the go ahead," she admitted with a sheepish laugh.
The officiant grinned at her, shaking his head like in an indulgent, avuncular way, and finished up the ceremony quickly; the exchange of rings felt like it took less than a heartbeat, and she'd barely heard the word "pronounce" before she bounced up on her toes again for another kiss, this one half-broken by giddy laughter.