Wedding of Time

She had butterflies where she never thought she could. She hadn’t even put on makeup yet, due to the point she was crying. Why was she crying? No, she knew that answer, nerves and joy. Hell she had yet to get into her dress! It was just moments away and she was sitting there, scared to death this would all yet blow up in her face. No, no that wasn’t going to happen.

Not today. Not now.

Unzipping the dress, she stepped into after putting a string through the zipper’s puller, and then zipped it up. Life hacks, 101 baby. Moving the shiffon around on her right shoulder, she looked at herself in the mirror. This was… something else. Surreal almost. Dreamlike. Reaching for a tissue, she dotted her eyes before fully attempting to dry up. Nodding to herself, she grabbed out of a second hand store bag a large sheet that she draped over the front of herself before starting to do her makeup.

Since she was rather quick with her makeup, she sighed and then took the sheet off, having used it to catch the makeup that fell off. Chantal did her hair up quickly in a french twist, thinking it would look good before looking herself once more in the mirror. Yes, she loved it. If she loved it, she hoped that Rip would as well… Now to go to her waiting area. Grabbing the sheet once more, and using the clean side against her, she draped it around her to hide her dress and self incase she did run into Rip… she might not have been superstitious, but she was sure traditional. And she was on the hunt.

She was searching for both a blonde and red headed male… as they were her father and Maid of honor Brother, Steve and James. Looking around down halls before she would flash by, she called out to them quietly, before getting to her area to wait for the ceremony to begin. She hoped that they would show… after all, who else was going to walk her down and everything. She would have loved her Papa, Remy, to do it, but she knew he was busy on business away from the site. And that was okay too.