Chapter Thirteen - Overheard 10th July 1978
The doorbell rang continuously throughout the morning as flowers and dresses and cakes were delivered. Lily's parents arrived and the house was soon about to burst. Lily was kept calm as she was dressed and pampered and sat in the living room, nervously waiting for the car whilst her mother shed a tear and her father sat by her proudly.
“Izabella where are you going?” Lily asked sharply as she walked towards the door.
“I'm going to the church to check everythings alright.”
And to check James is alive, she added in her head.
Lily frowned slightly and Izabella sighed.
“Will you stop worrying? It's supposed to be the best day of your life.” she said gently. Lily nodded then brought Izabella into a tight hug.
“I have to go Lily.” Izabella said, prising her fingers from around her neck and kissing her cheek softly.
She hurried from the house and disapparated, landing un-noticed in the back of the small church. She stepped out and saw the rows of people who were already waiting for the ceremony to begin and spotted the Vicar.
“Is Miss Evans here already?” he asked, glancing at his watch. Izabella shook her head.
“No just me. Do you know where the groom is?”
“In the back room, just through that door.” he said gesturing. She smiled.
“Thank you Vicar.”
She walked down a drafty corridor until she heard voices coming from the side room. She slowed to listen as she heard her name.
“Your girlfriend said she would tell us.” came James' relaxed voice. He was alive then.
“Izabella isn't my girlfriend.” Sirius growled.
“Oh come on Padfoot. You two have had a thing since third year.”
“Exactly! It's just a thing.” he protested. Izabella heard Remus sigh.
“You're going to break her heart one day.”
“She's tough. I don't think she's capable of having a broken heart.” Sirius said, and Izabella could imagine him rolling his eyes.
“So you'll never marry her?” James questioned.
“No. I'm not as stupid as you.” he said and Izabella heard the muffled sound of him punching his arm lightly. James chuckled.
“Besides, I'm the best man. I can have my pick of the bridemaids.” the grin on his face was clear in his voice.
Izabella had heard enough. She stepped backwards slightly then walked towards the door, stepping heavily to announce her entrance. She knocked sharply on the door, then walked in, her hands placed firmly on her hips.
“So you made it.” she said, arching an eyebrow.
“We weren't even that drunk.” James said, grinning. Izabella rolled her eyes.
“Lily will be here soon. Are you ready?”
He nodded and Izabella turned to leave.
“Wait. What does she look like?” he asked. Izabella laughed.
“You'll have to wait and see.” she said smirking. She left the room and heard the four of them following her. Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist and spun her round.
“You're looking nice.” Sirius said, placing his hands on her waist. Izabella rolled her eyes.
“Nice? You'll have to work harder than that.” she said, raising her eyebrow as she pushed his chest and moved out of his grasp.
She walked down the aisle to the entrance just as Lily stepped out of the car. She stopped and smiled as a photographer clicked away. The bridemaids lined up and Izabella took her place infront of Lily and her father. The music started and one by one the girls walked down the aisle. Lily grabbed Izabella's hand.
“Thank you. For everything.” she said, beaming at her best friend as she looked inside the church. “It's perfect.”
Izabella smiled and squeezed Lily's hand.
“You're welcome. You look beautiful.”
Lily smiled excitedly and Izabella turned to make her way towards the alter. She felt Sirius' eyes on her but she kept her gaze at the front.
“You had better look after her.” she growled in James' ear as she reached the front, seeing his grin as she took her place.
Then all eyes in the church turned as Lily made her entrance. She glided up the aisle and Izabella smiled at her radiant beauty.
The dress fitted her like a glove, the delicate lace covering her chest and arms and the full skirt dragging behind her in a modest train. The ivory silk was as flawless as her glowing skin and her fiery hair was piled up on her head, a few curls falling around her face.
The veil covered her, but her eyes were shining and were fixed on the man waiting for her. He reached out a hand, encasing hers in his as Mr Evans patted him on the back fondly.
A tear dripped down Izabella's face as she felt their love smother each other. They stared into each other's eyes, repeating the vows without dropping each other's gaze. The rings were shared, the promises made and then the groom kissed his wife.
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