March 20th, 1894 - Potts/Grimstone Wedding
Whoever said all the planning that went into a wedding only for it to fly by was far more accurate than Daff would have ever imagined. Her ideal, small, intimate family gathering wound up feeling like half of Hogsmeade was invited. She supposed that their family had grown (and was still growing!) considerably in the last year or so.
Despite the chill in the spring air, the Plunkett’s barn was nice and toasty warm now, if only for the sheer amount of people tucked inside. Daff hadn’t been able to truly nail down a color palette that she liked, which considering she did this for a living, was a little humorous. Instead she’d just opted for a rainbow of wildflowers tucked in every nook and cranny she could find, even her own hair. Ama had wound it into some complicated plait lacing flowers throughout so that it hung beautifully over her shoulder. Of course this late in the evening, it was starting to come loose, but that was to be expected for her.
All in all she was perfectly content. There was a lot of laughter, love and a general sense of warmth that she hadn’t realized she would feel today and it was making her a little emotional. She also felt the slightest bit guilty that Zinna hadn’t been able to have something like this for herself and was cognizant of the fact all day.
Dinner was over and the merriment in full swing; it had to be closer to the end of then night than the beginning now, she'd lost track. Daff watched both her parents and Elias’ on the dance floor, smiling softly with a glass of cider in hand. She'd had one glass of champagne earlier to celebrate, but that was all she'd indulged in. With half a mind to go sneak another piece of cake, the contentment she was feeling had settled and swelled so completely in her chest, she was too mesmerized to move. Thankfully, she didn’t need to look to see who it was that had come up beside her; she’d had big doe eyes on him all evening, unable to keep her gaze from him for very long. ”I think it’s gone well.” She hummed out, leaning into him, sighing.
Despite the chill in the spring air, the Plunkett’s barn was nice and toasty warm now, if only for the sheer amount of people tucked inside. Daff hadn’t been able to truly nail down a color palette that she liked, which considering she did this for a living, was a little humorous. Instead she’d just opted for a rainbow of wildflowers tucked in every nook and cranny she could find, even her own hair. Ama had wound it into some complicated plait lacing flowers throughout so that it hung beautifully over her shoulder. Of course this late in the evening, it was starting to come loose, but that was to be expected for her.
All in all she was perfectly content. There was a lot of laughter, love and a general sense of warmth that she hadn’t realized she would feel today and it was making her a little emotional. She also felt the slightest bit guilty that Zinna hadn’t been able to have something like this for herself and was cognizant of the fact all day.
Dinner was over and the merriment in full swing; it had to be closer to the end of then night than the beginning now, she'd lost track. Daff watched both her parents and Elias’ on the dance floor, smiling softly with a glass of cider in hand. She'd had one glass of champagne earlier to celebrate, but that was all she'd indulged in. With half a mind to go sneak another piece of cake, the contentment she was feeling had settled and swelled so completely in her chest, she was too mesmerized to move. Thankfully, she didn’t need to look to see who it was that had come up beside her; she’d had big doe eyes on him all evening, unable to keep her gaze from him for very long. ”I think it’s gone well.” She hummed out, leaning into him, sighing.