The Soapies shop was packed with fairies and elves and most of the inhabitants of Freedom. Something odd was going on with the room – though not expanded in the day of preparation for the wedding, it now held what seemed to be countless people. There was definitely fairy magic taking place here but as the townspeople entered, they were sprinkled with sparkly bits of glitter and any suspicions about the size of the room, the oddness of the “people” sitting in it, and other such things quickly fled their minds. Butterflies flitted here and there and several fairies played a haunting tune on flutes and a harp.
The entire room was abuzz with excitement but a hush fell over the crowd as a tall, strapping, gorgeously handsome, dark-haired man suddenly appeared under the gazebo. The women in the crowd wildly fanned themselves – who was this guy? He was sooo hot! If there had been cell phones and camera in the day, all the females would have been snapping pictures left and right. And then posting them to their Facebook wall… but thankfully, this was before the time of social networking and what was seen in one place wasn’t immediately sent worldwide so someone on the other side of the world would know what the groom was wearing and what he looked like before the bride even had a chance to see for herself.
As the women gaped at Bronson, the back doors opened and several adorable little girls walked up the aisle, sprinkling flower petals as they made their way to the front of the room. They were followed by the 6 shop girls and Theodora, each of whom was wearing a different colored dress: sage green, lilac, pale honeysuckle yellow, rosy pink, crystal blue, and milk chocolate brown, claret red. Now it was time for the men to gape. These girls were stunningly beautiful, with loosely braided hair that was studded with flowers and ivy and swept the ground, leaving a wildly-fragrant combination of honey, roses, lavender, and exotic vanilla in the air as they passed.
But if the men thought those girls were gorgeous, they were in for a shock as Kelley began to walk up the aisle.
Her hair was a fiery, wild cascade of shimmering red ringlets through which was woven honeysuckle, jasmine, lilies. Several ringlets were piled onto her head and held in place by a jewel-studded tiara. A veil made of nearly translucent lace fell to the floor from under the top ringlets and trailed a good 6 feet behind. Her pale shoulders rose from the strapless top of her crystal white gown which seemed to have been made from spider’s silk, it was so delicate and shimmery. Around her waist was a belt made from the most airy of ferns and from there, the skirt flowed like water, glimmering white and sparking red as she moved. Like a gentle waterfall, the back of the dress swept the floor 10 feet behind her, shimmering and dancing in the diffused light from above. She was barefoot, each toenail painted a delicate pink, and an anklet softly chiming with each step. On her hands and forearms was painted an intricate pattern in the sage green of her bridesmaid and In her arms she carried a bundle of wildflowers. She was at once both stunningly beautiful and fiercely wild. Mother Nature in human form. No one in the room had ever seen such a vision… and it brought tears to their eyes.
Kelley reached the front of the room and looked around. Where was Bronson? Off to her left were her beautiful bridesmaids and on her right was whom she assumed to be the one who would marry them, but where was Bronson? As she began to think this was some kind of cruel joke, the man reached out his hand and grasped her arm and she felt a jolt run down her body and into the floor. Could this gorgeous man be Bronson? BRONSON? What??
With wide eyes and open mouth, she stared in disbelief. How could this be?! Bronson grinned and she heard his voice whisper in her head, “dearest Princess. Do you find me so hideous?”
“I don’t understand,” she thought back. “How can you be Bronson? And no, you are most definitely NOT hideous. I would have married you as you were.”
“Darling Kelley, it is precisely because you loved me as you perceived me, a hideous and wretched gnome, that I have transformed into my true form and brought us to this wedding altar. Your love is pure and true and a sign that your own time of Transformation is soon to come.”
If he hadn’t been holding her arm, Kelley would have fallen to the floor in shock and amazement. She smiled shyly at him before wondering, “can we get this ceremony going or what?!”
Bronson laughed loudly and then called for the officiant, who in short order, had them married. The crowd rose to their feet and clapped as he finished and Bronson leaned over and kissed Kelley soundly. She blushed fire-engine red and looked at him in wonder. This would take some getting used to!
He grasped her hand and they ran down the aisle and into a huge tent which was set up outside where the rest of the evening was spent in eating, drinking, and dancing with their guests.
It’s about time for the two newlyweds to head off on their honeymoon, but that has nothing to do with anything, so we’ll just let them slip away and have their time together. And we’ll be back next week – with the newly married Kelley and her dashing husband!