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Something to Believe

37.

It was seven o’clock in the morning and the wedding preparations were underway. It was the day of the wedding, and all of England was stirring. Not only had the announcement that Kate Middleton was pregnant again and the young princess of Wales was making her first appearance, today, the party prince was finally settling down with his long term girlfriend.
Cara was woken up to see everyone around. She was staying in the Goring Hotel. Charlotte and Annabelle were yawning as their hair was curled. Felicity sat eating toast as her hair was being done as well. Natalie and Kate were talking over coffee.

Cara was rushed into the shower and came out wearing a silk robe. Her hairdressers began curling her hair as she did her own makeup under the watchful eye of an artist. After so, her hair was intricately braided into the hairstyle and she went to slip on her gown. Natalie buttoned up the back of her dress.

“Are we all decent?” asked Cara’s father, as he wheeled into the room. Alex followed, grinning. They both looked sharp in their morning suits. Cara hardly recognized her now nineteen year old brother.

“You’re getting married today, sis.” He said, pressing his forehead to hers. He was now
taller than her.

“Alexander, you look dashing.” She joked.

“Is that my little Felicity? Oh my dear, you look so grown up.” Her father said, his voice teetering. “Oh, Cara, you look stunning. Your mother would love it.” He said as Cara knelt down to hug him.

“Daddy.” Felicity said, hugging him as well.

“Your highness.” Mr. Hunt said, bowing his head to Kate, then acknowledging Cara’s best friend. “Natalie, you look stunning.” Duncan turned to Cara. “We have to leave for the abbey now. But your escort is here.” He said, waving to Collin, who appeared at the door.

Cara smiled. Collin was wearing a stiff morning suit and a blue tie. Taking off his top hat, he hugged her. “You’re getting married today, Cara.”

“And you’re giving me away.” Cara squeaked.

“Well, look at the time…the bride ought to be getting to the church now.” Collin winked. Kate and Natalie left with Charlotte and Annabelle; Felicity left with them.

A little while later, Cara and Collin left for the abbey. They went outside the hotel greeted by hoards of well wishers. Cara and Collin got into the car, waving to the people.

“Are you ready?” Collin asked.

“I’m a bit nervous.” Cara whispered.

“Don’t worry…only two billion people are watching your wedding.” Collin fake assured her.
Cara fake punched him and the two giggled.

“In all seriousness…I’m so happy for you. You really deserve Harry. You’re going to be a princess.” Collin said.

“It wouldn’t have happened if my big brother hadn’t introduced us.” She said, smiling.

Collin laughed. “You’re right.”

On the right cue, Cara stepped out of the car. People cheered and gawked at her gown. She could hear the reporters now-“They’ve confirmed, Miss Caroline Hunt is wearing an Elie Saab gown she had a hand in designing! Her veil is held by a Tiffany tiara purchased by her father and the Prince and she is wearing the Queen’s earrings.” Cara waved to the mass of people and endured the photographers for a few seconds before her sister grabbed her train and Collin took her arm.

“Right, here we go.” Collin said, smiling.

“Oh, shut it Collin.” She whispered with a laugh.

The two walked into the abbey. Elie Saab, the designer of her gown, helped fix her train. Felicity kissed her sister’s cheek and walked behind her to bring Princess Charlotte, Annabelle, and the two pages.

The two heard the music; Cara craned her neck as if she could see Harry. She barely saw a glimpse of William and Harry walking down the aisle. The music changed, and there was the cue for Cara and Collin to set off.

Slowly and surely, the two walked down the aisle. Collin kept a firm grip on her hand as the smiled dutifully. After a long procession, she finally stood next to Harry, who looked at her adoringly.

“You look gorgeous.” He whispered. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

Cara blushed and smiled. “I can’t wait. I love you.”

He smiled back. “I love you too.”

*~*~*~*

“Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?” asked the priest.

Collin dutifully took Cara’s hand and handed it off; Harry took it and faced her with a smile on his face.

“I, Henry Charles Albert David, take thee, Caroline Marie, to my wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part according to God’s holy law, and thereto I give you my troth.” Harry said, beaming.

Cara took a deep breath and smiled. “I, Caroline Marie, take thee, Henry Charles Albert David, to my wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part according to God’s holy law, and thereto I give you my troth.”

William produced two golden bands, which were blessed. Harry went first, slipping on the golden ring. “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee honor, and all my worldly goods with thee I share in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”

Cara did the same. As soon as they finished, they were escorted to their seats at the very front. William went back to sitting down next to Kate, who cradled her stomach. Felicity went next to her brother and father. Alex bravely walked to the pulpit and delivered the lesson. After much fanfare, the couple and their families went to the rooms behind the altar to sign the papers.

“Good wedding.” William teased.

Kate smiled. “Congratulations, you two.”

After the families left, the two waited to proceed out.

“So…wife…” Harry said.

Cara smirked. “Yes, husband?”

Harry grinned. “Let’s do this.”

They walked out in front of the whole congregation and Cara curtsied to the queen. Behind them, William bowed to his grandmother and Felicity curtsied as well, taking William’s arm. The children followed; the little girls were held by the pages. As soon as they left the abbey, they were attacked by the public cheers. Harry and Cara sat in the grand carriage. William took Kate with him in the carriage behind; Charlotte was overwhelmed and demanded her mother next to her. Felicity and Alex took Annabelle in the next carriage.

“I cannot wait to kiss you.” Harry whispered to her, as they waved.

“You can wait.” She teased.

Harry pouted. “But I don’t want to.”

They continued to wave until they got to Buckingham Palace. The madness began. They struggled to get Charlotte and Annabelle seated for the pictures. The family picture was easy; Kate held Charlotte’s hand and Felicity held Annabelle’s. Then there was a separate picture of Harry and Cara; the final one was of Cara and Harry sitting on the floor of the throne room, her train spread out. Charlotte and Annabelle were sprawled out on the train, grinning. James and Patrick, the two pages, stood on either side of Cara and Harry. Felicity and Alex even joined the picture, standing behind the couple.

It was picture perfect.
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Now this is what I imagined the dress to look like, but with three quarters sleeves-
http://www.weddinginspirasi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/elie-saab-wedding-gown-2011.jpg

almost over (: