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e s t e l l a ([info]estellerina) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-12-12 23:55:00


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Entry tags:caden flint, group, noralie thompson

Wedding guests!
Huh.

She and Caden were married.

Estella stood at the edge of the dance floor as a few of the Puddlemere men (who had obviously had too much to drink) danced a rather ridiculous (but choreographed!) dance. Her expression was mixed with confusion, disbelief, and amusement, and she looked up at Caden with raised eyebrows. He most certainly did not know that this was going to happen.

"Our first Puddlemere moment as a married couple," she said, adding that onto the list of 'firsts' she'd been making through the day. First kiss, first hand holding, first time tripping into him. That was her dress' fault, however, so she wasn't sure how much that counted. First dance, first---surely the list was longer than that! Estella leaned forward to kiss him, and soundly checked off 'first forgotten thought' in her head.

Yes, yes--it was a very good feeling, being his wife, and as the Puddlemere dance came to a resounding end, Estella imagined how the rest of the night was going to go---Marcus and Jacob were hyped up on sugar.


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[info]silex
2008-12-14 06:17 am UTC (link)
It ran through his mind almost immediately that he probably should have thought of a better way to bring this to her attention, and would hold her close to his side as she had a mini panic attack. He could see it in her eyes, even from the angle he was standing at, that she was thinking it over a million times; and from the way she was glaring at the band leader, he could tell that she was planning on hurting him for not bringing it up. “Hm…it could be…but I think I have a better idea.” Leaning down, he kissed her, again, and then moved his hand down to take her own, as the song came to an end.

”Ladies and gentleman! I would like to invite the bride and groom, Caden and Estella, to the dance floor!”

Caden looked over at Estella and gave her a small smile. “I believe that’s us.” Giving her hand a gentle tug, they both walked to the center, listening to everyone clap, or ‘whoop’ for them as they did so. They stopped in the middle, and remained facing each other.

”Don’t they both look wonderful tonight?”

The groom gave the band leader a look that let him know that he wasn’t up for the mushy banter, and wanted him to get on with what they had discussed. Caden had actually taken the time to do some planning for this wedding, even if no one noticed.

”Er…right…well, without any further interruptions, I’d like to present to you, a very good friend of mine…Mr.James Lordes.”

It was then that a young man came out onto the stage, greeted by polite clapping before the band started up. The song they were playing was slow, and beautiful. A melody that Caden hadn’t heard since…his first date with Estella. The first song they ever danced to, on their first date.

”I can only give you love…that lasts forever…”

Caden looked down at Estella, pulling her closer to him as his other hand went to her waist. “I think this works much better, wouldn’t you agree?”

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[info]estellerina
2008-12-14 05:36 pm UTC (link)
Her feet didn't start moving at first, and her body didn't sway. Estella was stunned at the sound of the song, at the sight of the singer, and it all came rushing back to her as if it were yesterday. How had he found him, how did Caden even remember--It didn't take long for her to start to dance, and she was trying, trying so very hard to not begin to cry at how touching all of this was.

"Do you know--how many times I listened to this song afterward?" she said softly, leaning in close. They hadn't even prepared a dance, and she was a dance instructor, but Estella found that the slow swaying was much more appropriate than a waltz or anything she could have come up with. "The record's nearly worn out."

Her mind was flooding with details from the night, how nervous she had been before hand, he'd brought her a rose and--she danced with an old man who looked lonely, and then they kissed by the Leaky Cauldron.

"I was standing in a puddle for our first kiss," she mused, looking up with a grin, and conveniently ignoring the fact that they'd snogged like crazy people a week before their first date.

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