Post by Shelby on Jul 5, 2017 23:21:50 GMT
The sun was shining down on them and a cool wisp of wind fluttered past them, shaking the trees and leave above their head, and fluttering Chardonnay dress that she tugged gently at to keep it from pushing against her stomach. The voices of the people walking to the hotel were loud and boisterous, giving off excited hand gestures as they looked about and chatted with one another. Humph. This must e a grand event for the family. It made her wonder what type of person Erin was, and what type of person her fiance was to be if people were this excited. Did it mean that they were surprised that they were getting married, or were they just... Happy. Chardonnay didn't know, but she increasingly grew uneasy the more they walked into the event, with eyes turning to give them brief once overs.
In her opinion, the lobby of the hotel was bland; white walls with beige furniture to match and a few pictures, mostly of flowers, hanging on the walls. At the front desk they were escorted to the another building of the hotel; back outside, and into another building that opened up into a faux church with pews and all. How long had it been since she had been in a setting like this? A long while. She wasn't a religious person, and neither were her parents, even if her mother had grown up catholic with pretty religious parents. They never made her conform into any of the ideas unless that was what she wanted to do. It was why her mom broke away from it all as soon as she got the chance to.
Real flowers were settled at the alter, and a sheath of ribbon was tied to each side of the pews down the aisle. The curtains were pulled back, allowing the sun to leak in and brighten the interior, with a backdrop of trees turning orange in the latening year.
Chardonnay took everything in quietly--the decorations, the people sitting in the pews waiting for the ceremony to start--and unconsciously she tightened her arm around Arthur. It almost made her sick, being here, not because of the atmosphere, but because she felt so out of place. When a person suddenly approached them and greeted Arthur, Chardonnay was shaken from her reverie and jumped, looking over at the man in red and trying her best not to frown. She listened to them chatter and then the conversation was turned to her. She swallowed, and gave a small nod to Arthur's... Friend. Kyle. Right. This is one of the people that he talked about back in the car.
"Um, I'm sure he has," she said at his comment of Arthur talking a lot of her. She didn't know whether or not to believe it, but one look at Arthur and his blushing face made her think that it was true. Of course he did. "It's nice to meet you, Kyle. You're the uh... The." Oh God, what had Arthur said this man's job was? She looked him up and down and then said, "The game designer," as it first came to mind.
In her opinion, the lobby of the hotel was bland; white walls with beige furniture to match and a few pictures, mostly of flowers, hanging on the walls. At the front desk they were escorted to the another building of the hotel; back outside, and into another building that opened up into a faux church with pews and all. How long had it been since she had been in a setting like this? A long while. She wasn't a religious person, and neither were her parents, even if her mother had grown up catholic with pretty religious parents. They never made her conform into any of the ideas unless that was what she wanted to do. It was why her mom broke away from it all as soon as she got the chance to.
Real flowers were settled at the alter, and a sheath of ribbon was tied to each side of the pews down the aisle. The curtains were pulled back, allowing the sun to leak in and brighten the interior, with a backdrop of trees turning orange in the latening year.
Chardonnay took everything in quietly--the decorations, the people sitting in the pews waiting for the ceremony to start--and unconsciously she tightened her arm around Arthur. It almost made her sick, being here, not because of the atmosphere, but because she felt so out of place. When a person suddenly approached them and greeted Arthur, Chardonnay was shaken from her reverie and jumped, looking over at the man in red and trying her best not to frown. She listened to them chatter and then the conversation was turned to her. She swallowed, and gave a small nod to Arthur's... Friend. Kyle. Right. This is one of the people that he talked about back in the car.
"Um, I'm sure he has," she said at his comment of Arthur talking a lot of her. She didn't know whether or not to believe it, but one look at Arthur and his blushing face made her think that it was true. Of course he did. "It's nice to meet you, Kyle. You're the uh... The." Oh God, what had Arthur said this man's job was? She looked him up and down and then said, "The game designer," as it first came to mind.