Hold the Umbrella (Mycroft Holmes Fanfic)

The Wedding: Her

As Anne entered the church, a wave a nausea hit her. It was really happening. She could no longer deny her fate for today she was scheduled to marry Mycroft Holmes. There was definite dread, but there was also definite excitement, and the mixture of both feelings translated into the physical symptom of nausea. There weren't two or three butterflies in her stomach, there was an entire lepidopterarium. She wondered if Mycroft was feeling the same way? Was he just as nervous as she was? At this point, it didn't matter how either of them felt. The wedding would happen no matter what mental or physical aversions they had to the whole ordeal.

The church itself was absolutely extravagant. It had high baroque ceilings and bright stained glass windows depicting various scenes from the bible. The church was so large that a meer whisper echoed off it's interior. In the beginning, the families had planned Mycroft and Anne's wedding to be simple, a church in the country costing very little money. However, Sir Holmes had changed his mind abruptly and insisted on making a large donation to the wedding allowing the future newlyweds to have a proper high class wedding. In fact, Anne would no longer have to rent her dress. Mycroft had made arrangements, meaning he that had paid for her to keep it for the rest of her natural born life. She liked that small act of kindness.

After she was finished taking in the scenery, Anne's dressers and her excited mother rushed her to a room off the chapel. She would be pampered for the next two hours, getting beautified and fitted into her wedding dress. Her wedding dress was the fashionable white. After Her Majesty Queen Victoria had gotten married to Prince Albert in white, it had become a practice of brides at weddings.

Anne rather liked her dress. It had a long train, and collar that came just below her chin. The lace wasn't itchy like she thought it would be, in fact it was rather comfortable. It made up for how tense the rest of her body was.

While the pampering was very long, it only seemed like a half an hour, because before she knew it she was standing outside the doors leading to the chapel. Her father was beside her in his best suit, ready to give her daughter away. Maybe she could run away? Maybe she could turn around, and flee into the London streets? Maybe...but she wasn't going to. She had be strong.

This marriage was purely a business transaction. Anne already knew that. But maybe, just maybe, it could be something more than that. If she ran away, she wouldn't be taking a risk. She wouldn't be living life how she promised herself she would live it. So, when the orchestra began to the canon, she started her new journey, right foot then left foot, her father by her side.