It feels like weeks have passed since Emma stepped foot in the glassed lobby and not several days. The previous week Emma was so stressed about Regina and exposing herself that she was working on robot mode. Now, she actually stopped to take a look on the large spacious floor. How crazy it is that only a few months ago she was sitting in a couch with practically no future and now it almost feels like she has it all. Yes, things can always be better but foster kids learn to appreciate what they have pretty quickly instead of yearning for the impossible.
She waves to the secretary who directed her all those months ago, now she knows her name is Natalie, while on the way to the elevator.
When she approaches her desk, spotting the pile that had gathered over the weekend (god knows how), she chuckles. Work never stops.
"Emma!" she turns to the chipper voice of Mary Margaret who rushes over for a big hug.
"Hi" she mumbles into her shoulder.
"I missed you, how are you doing?" she steps back to scan Emma with worried eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm fine" she assures with a dismissive motion of her hand. She was a nervous wreck all throughout that week, chewing her nails and dozing off conversations and poor Mary Margaret had no idea how to cheer her up.
She steals a quick glance, Regina is still a no show.
"How are you?" she re-directs the conversation to safer subjects "How's the planning coming along?"
It's working, talking to a future bride about her upcoming wedding never fails and Mary Margaret soon starts babbling endlessly about her new ideas.
And Emma is pleasantly surprised if not impressed. If she's being honest, things weren't looking bright when Mary Margaret first talked about wanting a 'fairytale wedding' but once she's started elaborating about the location of their planned wedding Emma started liking that idea.
Instead of doing a casual, normal, evening wedding David and Mary Margaret found some type of a farm that is used to weddings and nature-type vacations. They're planning on renting the whole farm. It's little up north in the middle of a forest near a small lake, and their wedding will turn into a two-day event.
Every couple will get a small cabin and the wedding will be located in the main hall. That way, Mary Margaret explains, people can drink and stay up for as late as they want without worrying about getting home. Almost a small vacation within a wedding.
Emma really likes that idea and can already imagine herself sneaking into Regina's cabin late at night for a hot making out session under the noses of so many of their peers.
"Wow, that's a really good plan" she smiles broadly and Mary Margret beams at the support.
"I need your help" she says with large, round eyes.
"Sure"
"The wedding will happen at the end of September" she announces and Emma's eyebrows shot up at the close date.
"Why so early?" she inquires and Mary Margaret's cheeks tint and she mumbles.
"I wanted a warmer weather and we don't want to wait for next year" and she says it in a way that makes Emma drop the subject.
"Anyway," she continues "I need you to plan my bachelorette party" she smiles sweetly, probably trying to distract Emma from the request itself.
It doesn't work.
"You what?"
"Please, nothing big, I promise!" she grabs her hand and squeezes it.
Emma rolls her eyes "Dammit" she says under her nose "Can't anyone else do it?"
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Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen
Romance"The way Emma looks at it, she has two options: she could either start dating men and wait for her confusion to disappear, or she could gather up some courage and open the can of worms with the label 'girls' on it." Fresh out of foster care, Emma Sw...
