Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name give...
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"My best friend wants the perfect garden wedding and I will be giving it to her." Daphne hisses angrily at the wedding planner.
I stayed out of the way like my ferocious best friend demanded. It was my wedding and I didn't need to be stressed as she so kindly tells me through bared teeth and an ever twitching eye. It was never good to challenge her authority when she's like this.
"That's ghastly!" She glowers pointing at a flower arrangement. "The incompetence in this area is drowning me."
Unable to help myself, I stand from the seat Daphne left me. "I think it's alright."
"Alright?!" She seethes through her clenched teeth. "This is your wedding. Alright isn't good enough."
"I quite agree with Daphne." My future mother-in-law calls out from the other side of the Emrys garden. Narcissa Malfoy and Daphne have been adamant in making Draco and I's wedding the very best.
Draco and I decided to have the wedding at the Emrys Manor garden where we've spent most of our childhood at. A small garden wedding for only our close friends. Something intimate and special nothing too big that would draw too much publicity.
The two ladies converge near the flower arrangement and start a discussion on colors forgetting my existence completely. I didn't mind that much. I was not a great party planner. I didn't understand the need for most of the things they worried about.
Planning my wedding made the two women happy and I let them have full reign.
Draco came around that afternoon and sighs when he sees his mother directing a house elf about the decoration. "Hi, love. How's everything?"
I turn to face Draco and smile. He's gotten so handsome over the years. Older and muscular. From an aristocrat's son, Draco now looked like a young Nobleman or maybe a young King.
"Do you need any help with anything?" He asks wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss on my cheek.
I shake my head a small laugh coming out. "No. Your mum and Daphne have full control. I suspect they wouldn't even let you near anything."
"You're probably right. My mum loathes it when I'm near her party preparations." He muses looking to our garden.
It honestly started to looked like a fairytale. Something out of what Missus Zabini read to Blaise and I before sleeping when we were younger. "It's really happening." I whisper breathlessly.
"This weekend, I'll officially be yours."
"You've always been mine, Draco." I tease kissing him on his chin since that's all I could reach.
Draco laughs smiling down at me. "Happy to be."
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I stare at my reflection on my full length mirror and take a deep breath. There were so many people I would have wanted to be here for my wedding. My parents, my grandfather and Severus Snape being one of those.
