The Wedding of Emily and Vincent

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isa waved her off. “Oh, don’t even mention it,” she said. “You were there for me during my wedding… I don’t know what I would have done without you. Voltaire and I were both a wreck that day, and you and Vincent pulled us through it. We’re just returning the favor.”

Like Emily, Isabella still couldn’t believe sometimes that this was her life. Growing up in a cold and distant family, as she had, it seemed impossible sometimes that she could be so happy and in love with her husband, and that she could have such good friends as Emily and Vincent.

She smiled at Emily and put her hands on her shoulders. “You look beautiful. Vincent won’t believe his eyes.”

[Emily Alchemia]

She remembered Isabella's and Voltaire's wedding. She wasn't sure how big of a mess Voltaire had been in, although she imagined it was a fairly big mess, but she did know how Isabella had been.

At Isabella's words, it felt as if another bag of butterflies had been released in Emily's stomach. It was nerve racking on the wedding day. Getting things in order was nerve racking as well, but the actual wedding day was a little more so. Emily started to play with part of the dress just to keep her hands busy and not for her to clasp them together and then them become clamy.

She smiled. "I'm just ready to get over with this already. Waiting is the worst part of this whole thing." Emily let out a nervous breath. "And thanks Isa."

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella smiled and made a quick adjustment to her hair before turning back to Emily. “You’re welcome. Now, you wait here, and take a few deep breaths. I’m going to let them know you’re ready, so they can start the music and Vincent can get into place. I’ll be back in just a minute to lead you out.”

She gave Emily one last appraising look and leaned over to dab away a stray smear of lipstick from the bride’s face before she turned away and left the room.