Title: Going To The Chapel

Disclaimer: I don't own this, nor shall I ever. I weep on the inside because of this fact.

Summary: DG prepares for her big day.

Notes: Before we get started, I have to give thanks to MoonRose91 for sending this plot bunny my way. It was a cute little thing until, like the Rabbit from Monty Python, grew some nasty big pointy teeth and threatened to bite my skull off until I got this done. These chapters are going to be short, only aiming for a quick piece of flaff and it will only be four or five chapters long. As always, many glompings to my girl Lady of the Willows, who after the anger from the meat thing inundated me with pictures of adorable bunnies... What is it with the bunnies, people? And swampmusic for rubbing it in my face that she lives in warm weather while I sit in a freaking BLIZZARD!

DG gnashed her teeth together, mentally reminding herself that kicking the seamstress working at her feet was a bad thing, but if the woman stuck her with the needle one more time, DG was going to punt her skull clean off her damn shoulders. Across the room, totally unaware of her pain, sat her sister and mother, the latter crying a river. Since DG had been woken up by her mother hours earlier, the Queen had been shedding tears nonstop. DG seriously thought her mother might pass out from dehydration before the wedding even started.

On the other end of the spectrum was Azkadellia, who was adamantly trying not to let a single tear fall. Her had her face scrunched up tightly, willing herself to be strong as she watched her little sister stand on the dressing podium, having some last minute alterations done to her dress, idly toying with DG's bouquet.

"Ow!"

The seamstress gave DG a placating smile and continued working the white thread into the hem of the skirt. DG huffed in frustration, turning to look at her family.

"I honestly don't know which is worse, my mother threatening to drown me on my wedding day or my sister trying not to. Can't you guys just find a happy medium? I have enough on my plate already, with this devil woman poking holes in me."

The Queen dabbed at her eyes with a pearl white handkerchief and stood up to join DG in front of the dressing mirror. "I can't help it, my dear. You look so lovely and after today, you will no longer be my little girl. It's all too much for your poor mother to take!"

Sobbing loudly, the Queen buried her face in the handkerchief and Azkadellia jumped up, crossing the room quickly to console her mother. DG tried to move, but the seamstress tugged sharply on her dress, telling her to stay still. As their mother cried into her shoulder, Azkadellia peered helplessly up at DG.

"If you keep crying like this, mother, then I'll start crying, and we can't be having that, now can we, not if I'm to be standing beside DG. Come now, look at how beautiful she is in her dress! Surely you can't cry at that."

DG spun her head around to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her dress lay just off the shoulders, the cuffs laying flat against her upper arms. The bodice of the white corset was embroidered with innumerable shards of glistening crystal, twinkling in the sunlight shining in through the windows. The top dipped low enough to show off her cleavage, which had sent her mother into a tizzy when she first saw how low it had been cut, claiming that for propriety's sake it should cover her bosom, but DG had put her foot down, stating that it would stay exactly how she'd designed it.

She would never admit to it, but while DG was for all the world a tomboy, like every other little girl, she had imagined how her dress would look on her wedding day. She'd spent many hours in primary school doodling the cut and flow of the gown, right down to the fine lace of the train. When her mother had her fit, going so far as attempting to commission another completely different dress, DG put her foot down and told her that that's how it was going to be and that she should just be glad she hadn't run off to elope.

The skirt of white was overlaid by a thin layer of thin lace netting with crystal shards also sewn in, flowing down into a cut of bobbing half circles at the bottom. The train was made of the same material, giving DG the appearance of a living diamond. When Lavender asked her about the design of her veil, changing the subject from the cut of the corset, DG coughed and muttered about her virginity being long gone, making the veil an unnecessary item. Lavender almost passed out when she heard that and DG quickly had to explain that on the Other Side, views on premarital relations were pretty relaxed.

After calming down almost an hour later from the shock, Lavender took DG's hand in hers and leaned over to whisper conspiratorially.

"Just don't tell your father."

Instead, she opted for a simple floral circlet to be braided into her dark locks. Another tradition she brought over from the Other Side was the superstition about certain items. When she had brought this up at the breakfast table after the official wedding date had been announced, she'd asked them what they would be providing for her. Six sets of confused eyes turned to stare at her in confusion. Ahamo had already known of this and was the first to agree to follow along with the traditions. DG then had to explain to the others the tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Knowing she would not find a sixpence in the O.Z., she let that one slide and focused on the others, along with all the other proceedings of a wedding and the reception.

Her mother presented her with an ornately designed diamond necklace that her grandmother had worn during her reign, which now hung from DG's throat. Raw made the circlet adorned on her crown for her from flowers from his native lands and had just given it to her that very morning. Ahamo lent her handkerchief that he had had with him since he crossed over to the O.Z. in his balloon. The blue item had caused the biggest problem when DG had informed them all that the blue item was usually a garter.

DG had thought that Cain was going to choke on his breakfast when she'd said that the groom was to pull it off her bare leg and toss it to the men at the reception, in the same way she would have the bouquet toss. Her mother looked scandalized and Azkadellia simply laughed, informing her with a smirk that she would have one made for the occasion. The garter now rested on her thigh, under the skirt.

Finally, the seamstress stood and said she was done. DG sighed in relief, since it meant no more poking. Her mother and sister crowded around her. Azkadellia was her only bridesmaid and the de facto maid of honor, so DG had a lilac purple gown made for her, similar to her wedding gown, but much more modest. Az handed DG her bouquet and rested her hands on her sister's shoulders. Lavender sobbed again as DG gazed into the mirror.

"You look absolutely stunning."

There was a light tapping on the door and DG gasped, the full weight and significance of the day finally hitting her full force. The knock indicated that everyone had arrived, and that they were ready and they were waiting for the bride to make her entrance. Slipping into her white heels and wiggling her feet around to acclimate herself with the unfamiliar footwear, DG stepped off the dressing podium and walked over to the door, her head swimming with excitement and nervousness. Her mother kissed her on both cheeks, her makeup starting to run from the trails of tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

Lavender wished her luck before she ducked out of the dressing room to tell Ahamo to get ready for DG and to find her seat. Azkadellia hugged her tightly, then exited to join her father and the best man to precede DG down the aisle. Now alone in the room, DG took a couple of deep, centering breaths to calm the butterflies in her stomach and to make sure her legs didn't buckle under her, causing her to fall flat on her face before she reached the altar.

A second knock sounded on the door before they opened up. DG took a step out of the room and one step closer to her new life.

HA! I managed to write one whole chapter without mentioning the name of the groom. Apparently it's supposed to be bad luck, along with seeing the groom on the wedding day as well. Now let's see if I can do the same in the next chapter with DG!