I only came for the dancing
Summary: It’s Robin and Regina’s wedding; Killian is late, Emma’s not happy and Henry likes cake. Enjoy!
Word count: 2k
There were a lot of advantages, Emma would argue, to being Regina Mills’ friend.
The lavish dinner parties with the expensive champagne notwithstanding, Emma had come to admire Regina for her determination; building her own empire in a male-dominated world.
Though admittedly, “friend” was a term Emma used in the loosest sense. The two women couldn’t be more different, though they both had a stubborn streak that could rival the best of them.
And then, there was Henry. The main force keeping the Mills and Swan women in each other’s lives but Emma had to admit, there was a sense of comradeship which had developed from a mutual fondness for Henry.
It still didn’t explain why Regina had given Emma the enviable task of bridesmaid.
And that was something none of them saw coming. Regina Mills marrying Robin Locksley, the person she’d swore up and down she wouldn’t be within spitting distance of.
C'est la vie, no?
Robin had proposed, Regina accepted and Emma found herself thrown head first into wedding planning. Seven months, a whirlwind of white dresses, cake tasting, flower arrangements, the hen-do from hell and Emma was ready to fling herself off the window ledge, stiletto heels and all.
Not to toot her own horn, but she had the wedding planned to a T, thank you very much. Regina would’ve had her head otherwise. (There was that one incident with a broken ankle and a missed dress-fitting that no-one wanted a repeat of.)
No, that wasn’t the reason why Emma felt like pulling her hair out.
It was more to do with the fact that tall, dark and absent hadn’t graced the congregation with his presence, leaving Emma floundering last minute and cursing Killian Jones to the moon and back.