Closed || Something Borrowed, Something Blue
The small family of four stood out even among the great crowds that were beginning to amass in the church, heads were beginning to turn, whispers beginning to follow them; Harry with his salt and pepper hair, looking older and greyer than ever, with Alexandra on his arm, young and radiant in comparison; Jamie, in jeans that were artfully torn at the knee, showing off flesh that was still mottled and swollen even now, limping along, dependent on his cane; Genevieve in a floral summer dress, a flower crown plaited into her long hair, now the colour of candyfloss, with transferable tattoos up and down her arms, glitter on her cheeks - but the biggest smile on her face.
Who were these people? the bride’s family and friends wanted to know. Who would wear jeans to the biggest society wedding of the year? Who would allow their daughter out looking like that? Was she their daughter, where those two … Married? Shock ran through the pews like a delicate shiver as questions such as these were whispered and answers were whispered back.
“That’s Lord Carlisle, Will’s uncle.”
“Yeah, that’s his wife. Everyone knows that word is used loosely. At best she’s a golddigger. At worst-”
“- A whore.”
“And her son is a drug addict, if you couldn’t tell.”
“Oh I think everyone in this room can tell…”
As she walked up the aisle, her steps slow and measured so that she could keep pace with her brother, Genny’s smile dimmed a little and her eyes dropped down to follow the cracks between the tiles, cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment. “Mummy isn’t a golddigger, I wish they’d stop saying that,” she whispered sadly. “I wish they’d all just stop.” Luckily, she missed the harsher things people were saying about her because despite outward appearances, her newfound confidence was still shaky, especially this far away from home.