From the time Dewey proposed and the actual date that they had set, was mostly a flurry to Dewey. Of course Dimitra spearheaded the planning with some input from the other females in her life, Darla included, which Dewey appreciated. He trusted her instinct completely and was happy to do whatever she wanted to do for their ceremony. They had selected a magnificent concert hall, rented out the whole building for the event. While this wedding was between two people who loved each other very much, it was also very much a public mob affair. If you were on the Nikitins good side, you would definitely want to show face to stay on their good side. If you weren’t, you should still send a gift, or Riley herself will take the snub very personally and there would be problems.
Everyone blood related or on the Nikitin’s payroll, poured in all their efforts to make it everything it should be. The tables were embellished with cream colored table clothes, the threads laced with gold that caught in the light. Gorgeous red drapery framed massive windows and open balconies. Everything was polished, diamond encrusted, and expensive, as is the mon way.
There was an orchestra setting up, Vania was minding them as she toured with them during the concert seasons. She had considered playing in the band for her sisters wedding, but ultimately decided not to though she was still happy to oversee. Her bouncy black hair was down and gently curled, Vania had hair like her mother’s. Riley’s hair was inky black and had soft loose curls, unlike Roxannes platinum, tight pin curls. So Vania’s hair was slightly curly but needed some shaping and volume for the event. She was wearing a long and slinky red gown, the back open revealing her toned shoulder blades; dotted with scattered beauty marks. She made some sort of vague gesture at her twin from across the room as though to let her know the band was on track.
Ania nodded slightly, returning her attention to one of the caterers she was working with; going down the schedule of when certain plates were meant to come out of the kitchen and at what times. Her dress was similar in color and shape, though her bodice was covered in intricate lace of the same red, bleeding effortlessly into the skirt. Her hair was swept up though, a crown braid with loose tendrils framing her face.
In the middle of it all was Riley, eyes carefully observing every center piece and every nameplate to make sure it was perfect. Riley in truth didn’t wear dresses normally, probably just for her own wedding and similar gatherings, hence she wasn’t sporting her usual slim fit pant suit. Instead long black dress, it was a little more form fitting and squeezed her already thin waist. It was made of an expensive silk and had diamond bearing on the halter straps that draped around her neck. Her hair was down, as it usually was, but the curls were more refined and she had a hair comb in one side to sweep some of the hair away from her face. It looked important and antique, likely a gift from Mityr. Her dark eyes scanned over things and people critically, periodically exchanging murmurs in Russian with passing guards.
Vania joined Riley, reaching to adjust Riley’s curls over her shoulder. They looked quite a lot a like though in spirit Vania was probably more like her Dad. She was a revered person in the business and knew when to be serious, but she was also carefree and had a loud laugh that carried in any room.
“The band is all set up, sounding good. Ania said we’re on track with the food too. Should we go check on Dimitra?” She asked.
Riley nodded and they immediately started walking towards the room where Dimitra was getting ready. “I’m sure she’ll be relieved to hear things are going smoothly so far.” Riley commented.
“What could go wrong?” Vania chuckled a little, gesturing at some passing guards.
But something always goes wrong at weddings. It’s inevitable.
Dimitra had been eagerly awaiting her and Dewey's wedding day from the day he proposed, but she'd certainly be a liar if she said she was free of any day-of jitters. She loved Dewey and couldn't imagine spending the rest of her long, practically immortal, life with anyone else, but she was still anxiously pacing the length of the dressing room where she'd been stowed away for the better part of the day doing hair and make-up.
She had always been a very pretty girl with a sweet heartshaped face, pale skin dappled light with spits and spots of her mother's beauty marks, and bright blue eyes that practically sparkled like starlight; but today she looked exceptionally stunning. She'd opted for a more natural look as far as her make-up went, save for a bright red lip and a little boost to her natural lashes, but there was something about her still that made her look radiant. Her hair was pulled loosely away from her face into a long, thick braid that had a multitude of pearls pinned throughout. A few curls fluttered around her face still to make it look done in an effortless sort of way. Her dress was something to marvel at as well, an accompaniment for her beauty for sure, however, she had yet to put it on as it still hung on the cabinet across the room with her kokoshnik sitting nearby on a stand.
Still dressed in her slip, she paced anxiously back and forth, fingers plucking at her engagement ring in a nervous gesture. She'd excused the girls who had done her makeup and hair and was left alone to mind her ceremonial jitters. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Riley brushed past the hair and makeup staff, Vania at her side as she tapped gently on the door before opening. Vania poked her head in under Riley’s arm before they entered.
“How are you doing?” Vania asked, scurrying over toward her baby sister.
Riley was quiet a moment, observing her youngest with soft eyes. “You look lovely, the braid was an excellent choice.” Riley said, reaching to gently caress her red tresses.
Dimitra smiled softly and leaned towards her mother's touch. While Riley might be seen as someone cold and standoffish, with her children that was never the case.
"I'm doing okay, just...a bit nervous, I guess." Dimitra admitted with a little sigh. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“What’s there to be nervous about? You’ve known Doody your whole life just about.” Vania said with a quirked brow, aimlessly adjusting her baby sisters slip cover.
"It's not so much that I'm nervous about Doody. I guess I'm just...nervous, I don't know." Dimitra flustered, letting out a little sigh. "What if I trip during the ceremony? What if I forget how my footwork to our first dance? What if I'm not a good wife?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Riley made a face and continued to preen at her youngest. “Ridiculous. You’re perfect, and if anyone has anything to say about what kind of wife you are then they can srat’ tebe v rot.”
Vania flicked her wrist and waved off their mother.
“I’m not going to let you trip. Just let Dewey lead, you won’t forget.” Vania rattled off answers. “Dewey loves you too much to think you’ll be bad at anything, we all do. Today is going to be amazing.” She continued to reassure. [/b]
"You think so?" Dimitra asked, though she looked significantly more at ease from her sister's words. "I mean, I suppose, regardless of how today turns out, I am marrying Doody and that's what counts." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“That’s exactly right, now finish getting ready.” Vania grinned, reaching to give Dimitra’s cheek a firm pinch, and her behind a pat in passing as she headed out the door.
Riley rubbed at Dimitra’s cheek where her sister had pinched. “Do you want help getting into your dress?” She asked.
Dimitra laughed, tutted, and swatted playfully at her sister's hand before directing her attention back to Riley. With a relieved smile, she bobbed her head.
"I would love some help."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Darla was making her way to Dewey's room to check on his progress. She was carrying his tie, which had become the victim of careless hands and after dinner coffee when he had tried it on the night before. Darla had taken it to the cleaners first thing in the morning, sitting outside the building before it had even opened, and picked it up just in time to head over before the ceremony.
Though Dewey wasn't her biological child, Darla fancied him as her own. She had just barely started dating Ace when he started calling her "Mom" and it had felt right then and it had felt right since. He was a good boy (questionable) and she was proud of the man he'd become, even prouder on the day of his wedding to his longtime sweetheart, Dimitra.
She approached the door Ace had told her Dewey would be holed up before the ceremony and she gave a brisk little knock.
"Dewey, I have your tie. Are you decent?" She called out. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey was alone in his room, he didn’t make a fuss about needing help or a party. It wasn’t really traditional for a Russian wedding and the people Dewey needed there today weren’t any less important for not standing at the alter with him. Dewey was reasonably more dressed than Dimitra, he was just missing his tie now. He sat perched against a window, inserting his cuff links into his jacket sleeve. They were a bit tarnished only in the way that they were old, they belonged to Ace’s father before him. Gold in color, perfectly circular with the goddess Athena depicted on its face. While he was mostly dressed, his curly hair was still quite tussled, awaiting hopefully immediate maintenance, though Dewey wasn’t positive he minded (it was going to be under a crown anyways).
He heard Darla knocking and looked at the door over his shoulder.
Darla popped her head in as soon as Dewey called her in. Her face split into a smile when she saw him all dressed up and she made her way into the room then, arms wide open for an embrace.
"Oh, Dewey, you look so handsome!" She crooned as she approached. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Really? I thought for sure you’d make a big deal about my hair.” Dewey replied with a subtle smile, accepting Darla into an embrace. Marzia was Deweys mother biologically, but Darla was in every sense of the word, his Mom. It made him glad that she was here, and if he were to have a best man, he would’ve asked Darla.
Darla gave Dewey a tight squeeze and pulled away, placing her hands at his shoulders as if to get a better look. She reached up to smooth his tussled waves, fingers gently combing through.
"I don't think it's too bad, but I hear Dimitra's sisters are making sure everything is perfect, so maybe we should fix it." Darla smiled softly as she stepped away to gesture to a seat nearby since it was quite the stretch for her to even attempt fixing Dewey's hair at his full height. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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