Kittie Tales

Epilogue

Epilogue: Is This The End?

Kittie

It was going to be a small affair. A really small and cosy one, they'd said.

You'd think that being an Arden and having the Dumontes as a guardian would dictate the kind of ceremony we'd have.

Of all the wishes Endra could have had, she couldn't possibly think of something that I, too, would have desired. A big wedding with all the famous celebrities there is and paparazzi to match. Something that would compare to the popular Annual Circle Awards.

But no, she decided to be plain old regular Endra.

They'd had a long talk about it, and I tried to influence their decisions as best as a cat could with human beings - meow loudly when the conversation wasn't leaning towards my favour or rub myself all over their pair like a wanton feline. Kyla was having a field day with my theatrics; I'd told her to watch and learn how it's done. Finally, they came to an agreement, and it wasn't what I wanted. After all the efforts I put in.

Their wedding was going to be a quiet court wedding, as suggested by David, with a priest to bless the union and to be followed closely with a small reception (Mine and Endra's, of course).

I suppose I couldn't really fault her; David has a way of always getting his way every time. Even I can attest to that fact..

And that was what it was, my friends. As simple as that!

Too simple, it seemed like we were just off to the court to pay up a parking fine we were given last month..

And Endra wanted to make it worse by not dressing up for the occasion..

Roxy and the other gal had tried to get Endra into a much more befitting outfit (which I believe was appropriate, by the way - a white lacy Cinderella-style number that stopped right below her knees) than the white pant trouser and long sleeve she was contemplating, but she had declined the help. The reason was that their choice was going to be too outrageous for a certification event that didn't mean anything to the both parties involved and that she would rather get it over with than waste precious time doing too much and getting nothing out of it.

For a wedding?! Your own wedding?!

She's beginning to sound like the boss man and I don't think I like it, one bit..

Even the unfashionable Kyla had scrunched up her face in disgust at that, and that's saying a lot.. Honestly!

Heey! Don't roll your eyes at me, little monster! You know it's true..

Anyway, I'm proud to say that when she stepped into the bathroom, I had turned a blind eye when Roxy and Gracey hid the horrendous outfit she had arranged on the bed and locked her wardrobe to further cancel any Plan Bs she had lurking in there.

I get the feeling that she was just lying to herself, I know her way too much for that..

And I'm sure as nips that she's not the only one lying either.. Speaking of which, we'll get to that in no time..

Anyway, back to the wedding.

The event was... eventful.

It was every bit as eventful as I had hoped for. Not as much but even better.

A lot of exciting things happened, you might want to grab a seat for this..

It started out with a big bang when David himself (I believe we can use his name now, he's earned it) pulled up at the penthouse, his penthouse might I add, to retrieve the bride he thought was having cold feet and standing him up. He hadn't even waited to turn off the engine of his sleek car before he was bolting up the front stairs, through the elevators and into the apartment, staring everyone down who wasn't his intended.