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gabriel l. corner ([info]coverstory) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-12-30 12:18:00


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Entry tags:adelaide jordan, amery wilkes, arcturus macmillan, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, braith selwyn, cecilia hooke, chester scabior, christopher loftus, donovan rookwood, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, erin kirke, euan abercrombie, gabriel corner, giada dorny, graeme dorny, grayson wilkes, greta catchlove, group, isobel macmillan, jonas ackerly, kingsley shacklebolt, kobe ackerly, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, prisca loftus, rafe kirke, rebecca abercrombie, sebastian goldstein, winnifred llewellyn

Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.


ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!



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[info]rookwood
2009-12-31 08:35 am UTC (link)
It was hard, to not notice the look in her eyes as she turned to face him. He couldn’t describe it, but there was definitely something on her mind. He could only imagine what it was, since she probably had more than enough to be thinking about. What was obvious was that she wanted to act like everything was fine, even though both of them were in a bit of an awkward situation. “It wasn’t nearly as easy as you imagine…especially in this crowd.” He looked around, to make his point. There were people everywhere. The compliment she gave him caused him to chuckle a bit, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Ah, she flatters.” The corner of his mouth twitched up into another smirk, trying not to act as nervous as he was. Cecilia was, undoubtedly, a beautiful girl…but he didn’t know a thing about her, and their parents weren’t throwing them at each other just so they could form a friendship.

The bartender returned after filling Donovan’s drink order, and he gave the man a nod of his head and a verbal ‘thanks’ this time, watching him place the champagne flutes down on the bar. He cleared his throat quietly, and reached forward to grab one of them, taking a sip of the golden drink. He was suddenly wishing he had started drinking earlier in the night, so he wasn’t so on edge. “So…are you here for Gabriel, or Rachel?” It was at least something to talk about.

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