They have said their ‘I do’s’, they have had their little moment: it is time for being congratulated, cutting the cake and some dancing!
excerpt: Charles and Elsie are being congratulated, hugged and kissed. Hands are shaken, more cocktails poured. Elsie drinks Prosecco, Charles has a tumbler of Scotch. They are holding hands when they can; in the background is the murmur of their friends and family chatting. Elsie is taking in the decor of the room - the lit candles, pine cones, branches of evergreens. The crisp white linen, the birch tree coasters: everything is exactly how she’d hoped it would be and it all contributes to an almost fairytale-like atmosphere.
“Come on, love, Beryl is going to blow her top if we don’t get to the cake now!” Charles wakes her from her reverie.
“I think you just want cake.” She puts her drink on the table and lets Charles take her hand. They walk over to the sideboard where a rather large cake is waiting for them.
Thank you, deeedeeedeeedeee for all the beta magic. Thank you, downtondownstairs for listening to me whinge, this goes for more of you - you are all PHENOMENAL!