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Corbeau was nervous.
Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be, and yet his heart was firing away in his chest.
He fiddled with his cufflinks and smoothed the front of the unfamiliar black tuxedo. Just a comforting measure, as Kyoya and Philippe would not have let him exit the hotel room looking anything less than perfect.
He looked towards them as they stood by his side. Philippe was as stoic as always (he knew the man was barely keeping it together), but Kyoya wore a grin that beamed so bright it put the sun to shame. Corbeau took some more steadying breaths and let his eyes drop to his feet.
When I turn around, she will be there. She will look stunning. She will hold your hand, and everything will be ok.
He walked his mind through what he expected the next few moments to be, trying to ease his poor heart with the anticipation.
He fiddled with his purple bowtie again.
He tried to take in the gorgeous Paldean landscape before them, having set up the ceremony on the cliffside overlooking Porto Marinada. He breathed in the cool ocean air, the place of Harmony’s hometown and childhood. The ocean sparkled under the warm sun as it cast its mid-morning light down on them.
Vaguely, he registered the sound of the violins playing behind him, and Philippe put a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you ready?”
He looked up at the taller man.
“Absolutely”
He turned to see Korrina and Lida walking down the aisle towards them, their lilac gowns flowing elegantly. Behind them was Naveen, who had the important job of escorting Corbeau's two little girls down the aisle. Once they had seen all the beautiful dresses he was making for the wedding, he may as well have been a magician in their eyes. They wore the same lilac dresses and haphazardly flung flower petals everywhere as they approached, earning a laugh from all in attendance.
“Papa!” They both cried as they came close, and he bobbed down to receive their hugs.
“Hello mes petits choux,” he laughed, grateful for the amusing scene.
“Mama?” His oldest asked, spinning her head around.
“She should be coming over now. Can you both go over with Uncle Naveen?” He explained, and they both dashed over to the seats just in front.
The music changed, and Corbeau stood up quickly, casting his eyes to the end of the aisle.
There she is.
She was ethereal. Her hair flowed in long, beautiful waves down to her bare shoulders. Her dress sparkled like it was coated in stardust, the fabric purple and blue tulle almost floating from the jewelled bodice. She gracefully continued her approach down the aisle, her eyes shimmering with joyful tears she was trying to keep at bay. Corbeau could feel the dopey grin on his face grow impossibly wider, his golden eyes trained on hers. The music swelled as she closed the distance between them, time seeming to slow down and speed up simultaneously. All anxiety that had tried to take root in this heart and mind was washed away just by her presence here with him.
She stepped to stand beside him in front of the altar.
“You look incredible, mon cœur,” he managed to breathe out, taking her hands in his.
“As do you,” she countered, a slight waver in her voice as she fought to continue keeping the tears at bay.
“Ready?” the officiant asked them both.
Corbeau looked into Harmony’s beautiful eyes, feeling so light he thought he might float away if she let go of his hands.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life”