It's My Wedding Too

[Jonathon Ramsey]

There were many things that Jonathon Ramsey hated. People, loud noises, traffic, Scitorari, Peas, Birds, crying children. But one thing that he hated above all else, was being told that he was wrong. Even for such a simple thing as the mispronunciation of a single word was enough to upset him. Usually he was a pretty easy going guy. He could ignore the world and do his own thing. Travelling, writing, his job, these were all things that he liked to do. What he didn't like was being pulled away from them to be asked to make a decision, only to have his decision overruled completely. It was utterly ridiculous and a complete waste of his time. If they weren't even going to worry about his opinion, what was the point of asking for it in the first place? The only answer that Jonathon could think up was that it was a simple courtesy that they couldn't be bothered changing. Really all of the decisions about anything, including the wedding, and anything else were being made by Ingrid and her meddling mother. Jonathon honestly didn't particularly like either of them, but he supposed he was going to have to suck it up like a good little Ramsey, and bite the wand, because he couldn't speak out. Doing so would likely offend Ingrid's mother, or worse, her father and then there would be trouble, for both him and for his family.

However, the moment he stepped into the dining hall and saw all of the atrocities around the room he simply had to put his foot down. "Ingrid! Ingrid! F*cking hell, where is she?" He needed to find her and put this right. It was utterly ridiculous. Streamers and lights he could handle, he could handle the statues and the muse. He was not, however, going to tolerate live birds or a water fountain. It was simply too much. He didn't know if it was Ingrid or her mother's idea, but he wasn't going to stand for it. A little of all of that was one thing, but designing it as the entire centre piece was entirely a different thing all together. "Ingrid! I know you can hear me wherever you are! This house f*cking echoes!" There was no way she couldn't hear him. He had heard her talking to her brother earlier about what an absolute brute he was. She wasn't wrong of course, but that didn't give her the right to talk about him in such a way. To her brothers credit, he'd told her the same thing, though Jonathon suspected it was only for personal reasons and nothing to do with the fact that it might hurt his feelings. It didn't, Jonathon knew exactly what kind of person he was, nothing anyone said was going to change that fact. "F*cking hell, Ingrid, I'm not kidding!" He probably shouldn't have been swearing at her, but he didn't like her and she didn't like him. They were going to have a rather entertaining marriage, he was sure of it.
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[Ingrid Ramsey]

Ingrid had never had this much fun in ages. Sure, she was pretty much easygoing for the most part, but every part of this marriage was something she didn't want. Well, everything except the actual wedding probably. After all, the man she was to wed nearly didn't want anything to do with how the wedding goes. Or at least she assumed he wanted minimal participation within the designs and the concepts of it all. And so, she had been more than glad to ask for her mother's help in this wedding of hers. Because honestly she was a woman on a mission. She wasn't going to back down from this man and admit defeat. In fact, this wedding would be evidence of that. It was going to be a big personal message of I hate you and you could go to hell even if we're married. Smiley face. Yep, she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

The wedding concept was simple: everything Jonathon would hate. It was a garden wedding with a large fountain as the centerpiece of the ceremony. There were pink and purple drapes, purple tablecloths and a rather large five-tier pink wedding cake. Her mother had taken care of the designs of the linen and the flower arrangements as well, as the rest of the food. She just specifically order peas. Lots and lots of peas. And of course, the last but not the least were the live birds and the tiger she begged her father to be their on her wedding day. She loved tigers after all, and this was the one and only time she seriously requested and begged for one. Besides, it was only one day and neither of her parents could decline since she was all too happy and excited in planning her wedding. Everything was set and now all she had to do was hide from her groom. And hide she did. Ingrid couldn't help but laugh as she heard the man's voice resonating within the walls of the manor. "Come and find me if you can!" she laughed loudly and made a break for the library as silently as she possibly could.
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