A wonderful wedding pt 1
Peter looked in the mirror for one last time. He looked beautiful, wearing an elegant simple sleeveless white dress with a deep v neck and A - line form. It hugged his body in a way that indicates that it was made specifically with him in mind. His brown hair with honey blond streaks which now reached the end of his back after him growing it. Today it was perfectly curled and done up in a pretty hairstyle.
There was braid of his own hair acting as a headband at the top of his head. The rest of his hair was put up in a messy type of bun which was held up by a gorgeous clip with gold leaves embedded with emeralds. Tucked into that clip was a mesmerising veil that had a lace border and shimmered all the way till the end of his back. It had been Emily’s, and he was inexplicably honoured that Harry gave it to him.
He stared at his favourite lilies which adorned a vase on the center of the coffee table in the middle of his dressing room and he was immediately transported back to his engagement night. They’d both gone to Hawaii to celebrate graduating college. That’s when Harry unexpected knelt down with a gorgeous emerald ring and asked for his hand in the most romantically sweet way possible. Just thinking about it brought a smile on his face.
“You look like a lovesick puppy” came the voice of his maid of honour. Michelle came and stood beside him wearing a bold red form fitting dress with flared out at the bottom and had layers. She had her usual curls straightened and parted down the middle. “It’s my wedding day Michelle I’m allowed!” “Ugh fine but just this one time okay?” Peter just laughed in response.
Peter had sent his family a wedding invitation, but he was determined to not be disappointed if they didn’t show up. It had been four years. He had recovered and picked himself back up. Despite his numerous attempts to apologise and get back in touch, his father refused to entertain even the thought of meeting with him. He didn’t attend his MIT graduation orhis high school graduation. He had forbidden both Steve and Harley from keeping contact with him and since he was the head alpha of the stark family his orders had to be heeded.
He wasn’t sure he was willing to subject himself to the heartbreak of his Dad not showing up again but he was still hanging on the hope that maybe this time. But banishing those thoughts from his mind he turned around to look at his perfectly made up face in the mirror one last time before going to wait at the door for the music that would cue him to walk down the aisle to start.
Peter peeked through the side of the door to see. They were having an outdoor wedding in a lovely garden and the weather was thankfully lovely. The wedding altar looked stunning, there was a huge gold circle where they would be taking their vows. The circle had two bushes of pale pink roses slightly askew to the top and bottom both placed diagonally to each other. The seats for the guests on both sides of the aisle were made with sleek shiny wood and both sides of the Seats facing the aisle were decorated with three white roses with a slight hue of pink in them, from under the roses there was an artful mess of leaves falling until the bottom of the chair a touch away from the ground.
Peter stared a little sadly at the empty tabke he had reserved for his family, but at this point he had expected this. He had asked his best friend Ned to walk him down the aisle the same day he asked Michelle it be his maid of honour, to which he had said yes crying tears of joy and love. As he slung his arm around Neds, the last one of his bridesmaids a new friend he had made in the last four years Gwen Stacy gave him a little wave, the starting cue.
Harry’s best friend from the boarding school he had went to had also reconnected to him and by extension Peter and their little group of friends. Marco along with being best man had also agreed to man the piano, putting to use his amazing gift of tune and song. And at the first notes of here comes the bride Peter took a deep breath and with a huge smile on his face started walking.