Look Ik this sounds cliche but bear with me. This is about violets trauma to do with count Olaf trying to marry her. This is set on violet and Duncan's wedding day and they are 20ish just so no one gets confused!
Its gonna be short so this will probably be the only chapter!
Violets Pov
It's my wedding day. I'm ever so excited but theres a strange tugging sensation in my stomach, as if it's warning me this is wrong.
No, violet. This is right. Your getting married to the only guy you've ever loved, in a beautiful dress you chose yourself (with help from isadora, Beatrice and sunny of course) and hair that has been altered slightly every 2 minutes for the last 3 hours but looks perfect.
Violets hair and dress
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Except her hairs brown ofc
Everything was perfect. So why did I feel so terrible? I knew why of course. Klaus knew about the count Olaf marriage terror but didn't realise how deep it ran for me. Sunny could barely remember the bad beginning, and we had never really filled her in.
The same with the quagmires. We briefly mentioned it but that was it. Apart from a few gasps and comforting words nothing else was said about it.
"Hey, earth to vi?" Izzy asked laughing ". Wedding jitters? You'll be fine, don't worry. Remember, my eldest brother was always the gentleman compared to quigley"
"Anyone would be a gentleman compared to quigley." I managed to smile.
"Anyways, I came in here to tell you that it's 45 minutes until you're walking down the isle!" Izzy smiled.
I nodded at her, actually miles away beginning to sink into a panic attack. What if Duncan did something like Olaf? What if he only wants my money? Why did I agree to get married, god damnit I knew this would happen. I sunk to the ground, a single tear rolling down my cheek. I felt exactly like I had done while dying from medusoid mycelium. No hope whatsoever and like my airways were slowly closing.
No, I have to get myself together. Duncan would never do anything like that, he loves me. I suddenly heard the cruel rasp of count Olaf in my head (over the years of trauma he had put me through it had become the voice of my anxiety) "or does he, my dear".
Suddenly, the door flung open and my chaotic younger sister ,her skirt already twisted round her legs and her twin buns coming undone, was stood in the middle of the doorway grinning.
"Come on let's go! I'm supposed to take you to we're klaus is waiting to walk you do- are you okay?" She waffled until she saw me, her eyes full of concern for her elder sister. And then it hit me. I had been sat here panicking for 45 mins...
