Judicial Temptations :: WRIOLLETTE

52 :: The Big Day

The morning of the wedding began with a calm that was quickly overtaken by excitement and nervous energy. Neuvillette sat in front of a large mirror, his usually stoic demeanor softening as Navia meticulously applied the final touches to his makeup. His eyelashes, naturally white and long, were already stunning, but Navia had insisted on enhancing them with blue eyeliner to match the light blue tie he wore, as well as the delicate blue barbs woven into his hair.

Navia worked with care, steadying his chin with a gentle hand as she swiped the eyeliner brush across his eyelid. "Look down for me," she said softly, and Neuvillette obeyed, his silver-blue eyes casting downwards. The brush glided smoothly, tracing a delicate line of sapphire at the base of his lashes. "Perfect," she whispered as she leaned back to admire her work. The blue accentuated his eyes beautifully, making them gleam like calm waters under a bright sky.

"Is it too much?" Neuvillette asked, his brows knitting together.

Navia smiled reassuringly. "It's just right. Trust me, Wriothesley won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

Neuvillette's attire was a departure from the traditional wedding suit. His outfit was elegant and regal, befitting someone of his stature. He wore pristine white dress pants, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, accompanied by a white button-up shirt adorned with intricate silver paisley lace. The lace ran down the sides and shoulders, creating a shimmering pattern that caught the light with every movement. Over the shirt, he draped a light blue mesh scarf, pinned down just above his elbows, the fabric flowing down his arms like a soft cascade of water. It fluttered gently with his movements, giving him an almost ethereal appearance.

As Neuvillette sat, getting the last few strands of his hair pulled into place by Navia and Furina, who was tying his hair into a high ponytail, a wave of panic hit him. His heart raced, and he blurted out, "What if he thinks I look stupid? Or what if he looks so much better than me? Or—what if the wedding doesn't go to plan?"

Furina, holding a hairpin between her teeth as she worked, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Neuvillette, you're worrying over nothing."

Navia, however, took a more direct approach. She grabbed Neuvillette's face firmly, but not harshly, her thumb brushing his cheek. "Listen to me. Don't panic. You're so close to your dream, and I promise you, Wriothesley will cry. He will bawl his eyes out the moment he sees you. I guarantee it."

Neuvillette's eyes widened. "You think?"

"I know it." She smiled confidently, giving him a wink before releasing his face. Furina patted the final strand of hair in place, and Neuvillette sighed, feeling a bit more at ease, though the nerves still lingered beneath the surface.

Across the venue, Wriothesley was just as nervous, though his excitement overshadowed most of it. His suit was far more traditional, but it had been upgraded with Chiori's impeccable touch. The black suit, dark and sleek, fit him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and strong build. Red accents were stitched into the lapels and cuffs, and his tie was a deep crimson, mirroring the ruby set into his wedding ring. His entire look radiated strength and elegance, much like the man himself.

Sigewinne was busy fussing over the finer details, attaching a small rose-shaped pin to his lapel. "Hold still," she muttered, standing on her tiptoes, while Chiori helped adjust his collar from the back.

Wriothesley chuckled, his hands fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. "I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. Is that normal?"

Chiori grinned, stepping back to look at her handiwork. "For someone about to get married to the love of his life? Completely normal."

He glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his short hair and letting out a deep breath. "I just... I can't believe this is happening. I'm going to marry him. It feels unreal."