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Clover blushed, shielding her pink cheeks with her hands as Erika whispered in her ear, telling her to rest after the wedding because tonight, Clover wouldn't be getting any rest. The kitten looked up when the blushing was over, Fiyero stepping over in an attempt to flirt and Erika interceding, not allowing the sketchy fox to talk to her sweet little kitten. Clover looked up when Sera and Maple returned, Maple blushing a deep, deep pink. Had something happened? Clover wondered and slowly, it dawned on her. Maple was in love! And with Sera no less! Seraphina, who Maple had vowed to take revenge on one day for what she had done to Clover. The kitten looked down at her hands, which would forever bore the scars of the surgeries needed to fix them after Sera had broken each one in some capacity or another.
Clover had forgiven her, not for Sera's sake, but for the kitten's own. It wouldn't do to hold a grudge forever, especially since the feisty pink haired mage had been the one to save her from the CCC. Not the first time of course, the first time she had poisoned Clover in an attempt to kill her before Karma could and honestly thinking about all of this now almost made her second guess her decision to forgive her. Sera had changed though, that much was certain and as she emerged from the closet, beaming, cheeks red, slightly panting, it was clear that she belonged here just as much as the others. Clover laughed, the light tinkling quickly turning into a coughing fit. "Oh no, Clover, are you okay?" Maple asked, kneeling in front of her. Clover nodded, smiling a small smile. "Clover is fine... but is Maple alright?" Maple turned pink once more and quickly turned away, her tail swishing rapidly. "Y-yes! Everything's fine!"
She took the handles of the wheelchair and pushed forward, getting into line for their practice run. The music started playing, the fake procession taking place. The moment they ended their practice was the moment the real wedding began. Slowly, the music started to play. Maple handed Clover a basket of flowers, the two of them taking their position. When it was their turn, Maple started pushing the wheelchair across the carpet, Clover sprinkling flowers too and fro, delicate petals making the ground suitable for the bride to walk across. The kittens smiled, realizing that there was a camera in the corner to record everything. They took their place in their seats, Maple helping Clover into a real chair on the bride's side. When the music changed and Mallier emerged from behind the doors to take her turn, their heads all turned, the party standing up; well, all except Clover and Alistair.
The kitten did her best to stay awake, feeling sleepy from all of the activity. She nodded off in the middle of the ceremony, Maple nudging her awake just at the end. Clover looked up, Eamon and Mallier tying the knot, exchanging rings, and sealing the deal with a kiss. They cheered, the music started up again, Rosemary was quietly crying happy tears, no doubt imaging it all in her mind. Clover too, was crying, glad that at least, if one of them could be happy, it was Mallier and Eamon; who so deserved one another.
They took the party into the central part of the home, which had been decorated thanks to Rosemary, the familiars, and Maple. The music in there was different, louder, but not overwhelmingly so. Rosemary had, of course, cooked up a feast featuring bite sized delicacies, the cake the centerpiece of the dessert table. It was six tiers and decorated with edible sugar flowers, topped with a tiny replica of the bridge and groom. It was delicious and Clover sincerely wished she could eat more of it. They danced the night away, Maple dancing around the room while pushing Clover around, not wanting her to miss out. Eventually, however, Seraphina stole Maple for a dance and Clover and Erika took a turn, terribly out of sync with the music, but Clover didn't mind. She fell asleep in the wheelchair after that, waking up close to the party's end.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Maple asked worriedly as she deposited Clover in her room, helping her out of the elegant dress Eamon had made. "Clover will be fine," she promised, "Maple should go have fun with Seraphina," Maple nodded, giving Clover a quick scritch and a kiss on the cheek. The kitten watched her leave and slipped out of bed, grabbing onto the wheelchair before her legs could collapse. She wheeled herself slowly to the drawers, struggling to change out of her nightshirt and into something to set the mood. When it was at last over, she wheeled herself back to the bed and used the blanket to pull herself back up, managing to wriggle onto the mattress somewhat awkwardly and set herself down on the pile of pillows to wait.