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Wedding Bells

Words in italics are spoken in french

February 10, 2007

"I'm glad to see you decided to dress civilized, according to the press I could not be sure." Through her mirror Jaclyn glared at the bride, blush brush hovering over her cheek. The hotel room was alight with jitters. Alice's mom running back and forth to make sure everything was lining up exactly to her schedule, her sisters fighting over who looked the best, and Victor's mom yelling at him over the phone for misplacing his socks. There were a few cousins, other than the two mothers it seemed all the girls were younger than Alice and her, milling about on the beds. Taking their sweet time getting ready, and by the way Alice kept glancing at them she was close to snapping.

Other than that Alice was her usual self, but there was an undeniable glow radiating off of her. Jaclyn could only gape at one of her closest friends. Her ravenous hair was twisted up simply in a loose bun, and the lace veil was framing her tanned face stopping just below her chest. Her dress, gosh Jaclyn had to run her eyes over the simple satin A-line dress. Not a single applique, or sparkle adorned the fabric, but it didn't need it. The lines of the dress were so clean and sharp, and Alice looked like royalty from a different era.

"Thank you Alice, and I was going to say you look stunning." The bride stuck her tongue out in response, but nearly fell over as the smallest person in the room sprinted past her. 

"I don't know what the english are on about you being classless," Charlotte, Alice's younger sister, scoffed, skipping across the room to come work on Jaclyn's hair. Sixteen and currently obsessed with gossip columns. She was the other witness for the ceremony, and she was the exact same as Jaclyn remembered her. Bouncy and energetic, the fun loving light compared to her sister's spice. "No brit has ever looked this good."

A blush bloomed across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as Charlotte waved her hands around dramatically. Her skin bronzed like Alice's but eyes an earthy green. In the background their mother was shrieking into her phone, instructing her husband where each guest should sit, and threatening him if he got it wrong. Alice rolled her eyes standing from her vanity, swatting away the claws of the woman who raised her so she could come by the other girls. "Speaking of Brits, where's your hunky prince?"

"Quelle?" Jaclyn asked innocently.

"Where's prince charming?" Charlotte reiterated, now bouncing on the balls of her feet.

The other women in the cramped hotel suite, that felt large when she first arrived, all turn eager to hear the latest gossip.

Her eyes snagged the picture-esque window in trying to escape their stares. The ripe sun peeked over the village, brightening the white stone of the buildings, and the cobbled paths that rolled over the hills. It was better to let her eyes wander, than to peek at the stray magazine that Alice had lost when she had banished the rest from the room when they had all awoken.

No one had shoved it in her face, the fact that people were already writing of her boyfriend's infidelities, but they had been whispering pityingly. The pictures of him wrapped around Kate on full display as they celebrated a win at the rugby tournament.

"He's supposed to be at the church already. He got in early this morning after the game last night," she laughed lightly.

Alice shot her a wink, "And how was the game?" Jaclyn had to pull her tongue between her teeth to keep from laughing. The two of them had already ranted plenty about the articles, but clearly the bride wanted to clear the air with everyone else. "Oh, he said it was good. Harry took my ticket so I could be here for the first ceremony last night, and Kate was there with her boyfriend Charlie as well."