Kaye scowled.

The florist's delivery boy had come late and he'd brought eight dozen red roses instead of twelve dozen white ones. The petals on red roses were wider than the ones she had picked out and they clashed with the pink sashes she was using to tie them.

She'd found the perfect church, the outside looked slightly gothic-styled with arches and stained glass windows but inside was really open and bright. Corny wasn't very religious, but surprisingly Luis was quite devout. Not in a church going way, more a deep thinking way. Enough to justify a wedding.
Since the some religions didn't really approve of the whole gay marriage thing, she'd got a priest from the United Church of Christ to agree to do the ceremony. He'd flown over for some religious convention- she really hadn't been listening when he'd explained it, she'd been too busy wondering if he'd notice a handful of Fae in the middle of the ceremony. Apparently the United Church of Christ also had the whole 'wine-is-sacred' thing so he probably wouldn't be believed if he did.

Kaye finished tying the last bow between the side of the pew and the roses.
She stood up and surveyed her handiwork.

She'd decided to keep things simple, they'd have the ceremony but no mass, and then some cake/drinks after that. There would only be about twenty people: Val, Ruth, Robien, the grooms, the priest, Corny's parents and a handful of people Luis had healed. Ravus would be coming to the reception later, when the sun had gone down.

When she first got permission to decorate the church, she had thought about glamouring it for Corny and underneath that having something for Luis, but Ruth had talked her out of it. Why start a marriage on different footing?

Surprisingly, the hardest part of planning it had been talking the others into helping her. It had taken more than one of her mother's favourite bottle of Jack Daniels to convince them all. She had talked Ruth into playing the organ and Val into taking Corny to the cinema but Luis had just been impossible. He was with Corny all the time. In the end she'd had to beg one of his 'patients' to fake a relapse.

Kaye ticked things off on her fingers. Church. Tick. Priest. Tick. Drinks. Tick. Wedding Presents. Tick. Alcohol. Tick. Cake. Tick. Why did she feel like she had forgotten something? The grooms.

She fished her phone put of her pocket checked her messages. 'Got Luis, he was pissed at my faking but he's on the way. See you there in ten minutes!

She smiled, she'd have to get Roiben to give Grace a knighthood or something. Or maybe not- the girl really disliked the Courts. She glanced back at her phone, ignoring the pulse of metal. Val was also on her way. She checked the time. The guests would be here in five minutes, and then the grooms.

Robien smiled when he stepped into the church. Kaye hadn't looked up when the door had opened, she was staring intently at something metallic in her hand. She was beautiful, even with the glamour on. He tilted his head, wondering if one day she would consider coming to a church like this with him. Not that the venue mattered, as long as she agreed to marry him. Maybe now would be a good time to ask...

"Robien, why do I feel as though I've forgotten something?"

Her voice broke the images in his head of a white dress and small children. "Hmmm..." He wrapped his arms around her. "I don't know, have you invited everyone?"

She nodded, leaning back against him. "Yeah, everyone knows- well apart from them." Robien looked down sharply at her.

"Kaye, you did tell at least one of the grooms that you were planning their wedding- Kaye?"

She looked up at him, concern widening her eyes. "No," The heavy wooden door opened, as the guests filed in to take there places. A beep from her phone informed them that the grooms had arrived.

"Do you think I should have?"