#swwedding

"This wedding is an incredible spectacle! I feel like I've been transported back in time!" Juniper was looking around at everything from the decor to the band to the champagne tower to everybody's attire. They held Nova in their lap but the little girl soon slid off of her lap and toddled off to the dance floor. Juniper grinned as Atlas went after her and began dancing near his baby sister. Chuckling, Juniper took their phone out to take some video and a few pictures before storing the device back in their purse. "I think they'll be alright for a few minutes since there's plenty of adults here who know them. Do you want to go get some pictures at the photobooth?"

Emmie had made it no secret that one of the things that she had been looking forward to the most about her wedding was the food. And while she already knew that the foods in the parks were amazing - it somehow got better when it was made just for them. 

"I keep getting teary eyed every time I look around. This is more than I ever thought my wedding day would be like. I couldn't even picture a wedding day until I met Aldrich, and he has just made all my dreams come true."

"I am the one who insisted on the... sick bags. I'm just really glad this pile appears to be undisturbed. I wouldn't want anyone feeling ill because of our wedding, especially with all the amazing food. I'm still in awe at everything. I admittedly only gave real input about the food," August laughed. "What's been your favorite thing so far? It doesn't have to be the food, by the way."

Cisco was walking around the lawn with a slice of cake on a dessert plate. He'd abandoned his tux jacket sometime after the reception started and had already played all of the lawn games at last once by now. "Alright as soon as I finish this slice of cake, how about we do some bowling? Fair warning, I don't know if people are letting me win today or if someone slipped a horseshoe somewhere on me while I wasn't looking. Either way, I've been on a hot streak."

"Care to take a spin around the dance floor?" Aldrich asked, extending a free hand while setting down his nearly drained glass of Crodino.

The evening still a warm upper 80′s. Khamani had his peach-colored shirt sleeves rolled up to the bend of his forearms. He’d eaten, had a few drinks, shared special dances with his, wife, son, sister niece, and his new mother-in-law. He even danced a little in small groups with friends. After he and Luna had cut the cake and went through that tradition, Khamani went to talk to others while the caterers took the large cake away to slice and distribute.

“FUCK!”