A Wedding

Tanya and Mitchell turned and walked away, already blushing slightly as various competing futures jostled for attention in their imaginations. Whatever Rachel had planned for them, they were about to find out...

The partygoers assembled in the garden, the flow of **** lubricating discussion on the events of the past few hours. Chief topic amongst the chatter and gossip was the small matter of what the hell was up with the guy in the blouse and panties - who some had now identified as Mitchell - and the weird pony-girl, who latest rumor had identified as being Mitchell's partner Tanya.

As the cool night air gently wafted around the congregation, Rachel held up her hand and called for silence. The crowd's murmurings slowly subsided, and at expectant silence settled over them.

Rachel smiled. Next to her, a woman in a heavy cloak and hood stood quietly by, head dipped and slightly hunched, as if hoping that the crowd that was now staring directly at her would somehow completely miss the strange sight in front of them.

A full moon shone overhead, and the short grass of the garden rippled slightly in the light breeze. With her audience now attentive and curious, Rachel raised her voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming here tonight. I hope you're having a good time?"

A loud cheer arose in response.

"Great!" Rachel continued, smoothly, "We are here today not just to have a great party, but also to witness a union between two people who love me... ahhh...each other... very much."

A murmur of surprise spread across the crowd, but it was soon hushed. Rachel made a small hand signal towards the back, and the opening bars of "here come's the bride" suddenly blared out through two speakers stationed on either side of Rachel.

Instinctively, the crowd twisted their heads as one to look behind them, and they were not disappointed. Someone, clad entirely in white and with a veil covering their face, stood at the back, their demeanor and stance the same as the submissive cloak-covered person already at the front.

Shuffling forward, the bride slowly made their way down an aisle that organically formed in the middle of the crowd, and the figure seemed to shrink further back into their shell as all eyes were on them. It was a short distance to the front where Rachel waited, but they seemed **** with every step they took.

As the song signaled the impending happy event, Rachel beamed magnanimously, and continued to speak even as the bride approach.

"Tanya and Mitchell recently announced their engagement and tonight, in this very garden, they have asked us all to bare witness to their special evening." There was a slight emphasis on the word "bare" that not many people picked up on, but caused the two covered figures to involuntarily recoil from.

Holding out a hand to indicate the bride who'd now taken a place by her side, Rachel cast her gaze over the half-drunken crowd, and then triumphantly said "I present to you, Mitchell and Tanya!"