Wedding Bells

[Zhenya]

The ceremony was beautiful. Zhenya loved a wedding, and all the more so when the bride was a friend. It was a short acquaintance in truth, Emily being only newly established in Moscow, but it was impossible not to adore the sweet girl and her happiness. Emily’s romance had been nothing short of the sort of fairytale Zhenya most enjoyed witnessing, and she was honoured to have been invited to their union. Lorcán was away on business, which was not unusual, so it was just her and Auri in attendance. Her daughter sat like a jewel in her lap, her mother in miniature but for her father’s honey eyes. She had murmured how Emily looked like a princess when the woman walked down the aisle, to Zhenya’s patient shush in her ear, and had been perfectly quiet since, though now the guests were all beginning to move she was eager to be on her feet. Zhenya held her hand while they waited to greet the happy couple.