I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more
Nessa Cordelia Lux
Her boyfriend's resistant manner tickled the white-haired girl, his stoicism was just an expected part of his character. She grinned as he took her arm, his words reflecting his reluctance. She leaned into him, tiptoeing for a moment to kiss him on the cheek, a sign of her gratitude. "Don't worry, if it sucks we can sneak off later,"
She promised in a soft whisper, before lowing herself and giving him a small wink. She would steer the pair of them closer to the church, truthfully she didn't recognise hardly any of the people here. Maybe a couple of clients she has corresponded with for Fairy Tail in the past, a reporter from Sorcerer magazine she recognises but no one of substantial relation to the Wizard Saint.
As she got closer, the sound of hushed voices arguing caught her attention, she didn't mean to eavesdrop but she couldn't help but overhear the conversation between what appeared to be some of the individuals handling the event. "What do you mean they have chickened out! This is preposterous, they signed a contract!"
An angry voice hissed, his nervous subordinate would offer a jittery reply. "They said something about stage fright, and commitment issues, I'm not really sure. Maybe we can find some people to replace them?"
The young assistant would suggest, Nessa glanced at Markus, maybe the event wasn't going to happen. In which case, he would get his wish and they could leave. It was a little disappointing for the Maiden, she wouldn't have minded partaking in the fun. But if that's how it was to be, what could they do. "And pray tell, where the hell are we supposed to find a couple appealing and willing enough to fake marry, we had famous actors, it can't just be nobodies off the street!"
The man hissed, Nessa had been about to steer Markus away from the conversation. At which point a familiar voice caught her attention, the man who had invited the couple to the invite in the first place. "If I may interject, I believe I have the perfect candidates for such a task,"
Nessa's panic mode as she began to realise what might happen next, her pull on Markus's arm became more intentional, the footsteps she heard approaching them aiding to her worry. "Oh Miss Lux, Markus!"
He called, Nessa flinched, stopping in her tracks. Plastering on an anxious smile, she turned her head to eye the Lord who was wearing a flamboyant baby blue tuxedo with cream ruffles. "Why, Lord Szutaris! What a ...pleasure, um, thank you for inviting us to such a lovely event."
She said to him politely. Trying to work out an excuse to get away, it seemed right now she seemed to be suffering from a bit of a 'brainfart' and couldn't actually think of a viable excuse. "Thank you Miss Lux, you are as exquisite as ever!"
He said, swooping down he scooped her free hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. As he straightened up he would look at Markus, but decided against kissing his hand, most likely recalling the events that transpired the last time he'd attempted such a feat. "And Markus you appear as dashing as always. I'm so pleased you were both able to make the wedding, alas there is some disappointing news. It appeared the mages we hired to play the role of bride and groom have cancelled last minute, as such, we are in dire need of a replacement."
Nessa wasn't sure if her expression of false surprise was convincing but she tried nonetheless, "Oh...is that so?"
She said, without missing a beat, the Lord swept forward. Clutching her hand, he suddenly knelt before her, he eyes looking up at her pleadingly. "Please Miss Lux, I implore you, would you do us the grandiose honour and kindness of playing our bride for the day. This event is so important to the company, and if it fails we could lose immense clientele, this could cost us thousands, perhaps millions in revenue!"
He begged, Nessa, winced wishing he'd asked Markus and not her. Markus had the resolve to say no, but Nessa was weak. "Oh...I...er...I don't know if I'd be suitable,"
She stuttered desperately. "Au contraire, no one else is more beautiful and prestigious as you two. With you and Markus on the stand, the event is such to be a thriving success. You will have saved us a tragic failure, please Miss Lux, won't you help us?"
His eyes were wide, twinkling with faux tears as he squeezed her arm, his lip trembling. To anyone else he might have looked weird and fake, but to Nessa, oh so weak to those in need he hit her right in her accommodating heart. And before she could be stopped, she spoke those regretful words of submission."Okay... yes... We'll do it."