pick out a white dress -- FINN

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true] Alyson Kent hadn’t made up her mind. When it came to certain things, Alyson Kent never made up her mind. However, this particular issue was one she really did need to decide on if she was going to marry Finn. Ha. Well, that was a question for the gods, or the fates, or someone that wasn’t miss Kent, because she seemed satisfied to pretend to herself and the world that it was simple and nothing else was going on under the surface. However, she was good at that, and it was a different choice entirely to the one at hand- even if they were related. Her current choice was this: To have a church wedding or to not? She’d like to say it was a much simpler question than the other, but she was Alyson Kent, and nothing about planning her wedding was every going to be simple. Letting a perfectionist with expensive tastes and a flare for design plan her own wedding was never going to be a smart idea. She was actually surprised she wasn’t talked out of it. Or maybe she was and she just refused to listen? Heh, that sounded exactly like something she’d do, to be honest. Tilting her head, Alyson considered the exterior of the building. It did look really pretty. The church was built when the town was first foundered, and Alyson wasn’t sure exactly when that was, but she knew the building was really rather old. That was something it had going for it. Something she knew Finn would agree with her on. The architecture was just gorgeous. She knew that any photos taken in and around the building would look spectacular, which was an important thing to note. The thing for Alyson was though, was she really a church wedding kind of girl? Neither she nor Finn were at all religious, so it wasn’t like it would hold any great meaning- she didn’t think. She hadn’t exactly asked Finn yet if he was attached to the idea of a church wedding. That’s what today was about. The thing was though, everyone got married in a church, and this one was one of the prettiest in Capeside, so it was a really really popular choice. And well, Alyson didn’t want to do anything ordinary for her wedding. She was a stand out sort of girl, and shouldn’t her day reflect that? She was also a fairy-tale sort of girl, which would fit a church wedding. Arg! Too many choices. A hypocrite- that was exactly how she felt as she stepped over the threshold and into the building. The world’s biggest hypocrite. She was sure if God (or whoever) was up there had seen her actions over the last week, she’d have been struck down by lightning for even looking at a church. She wasn’t exactly the virgin Mary, and hadn’t been in quiet a while. In fact, if last night.. and come to think of it that morning in the shower was anything to go by, she shouldn’t even wear white. And that had just been with Finn. If you took into consideration everything that had happened with Max. Well, you may as well stick a red light on her and call her Jezebel. Alyson bit her lip. Thinking about that made her feel physically ill. She really didn’t understand herself, or know why she did the things she did sometimes. It was like she was two different people when it came to Max. Only, she wasn’t sure anyone else would see it that way. She could claim evil twin all she liked, they’d see it as cheating and condemn her for it. More than she had already condemned herself. She couldn’t afford to think about that sort of thing now though. Any moment now Finn was going to arrive so they could look over the church together, then they were going to lunch. Now was really not the time to fall apart over her bad choices, unless she was prepared for Finn asking her why she was throwing up on a pew. Besides which- throwing up in a church would probably solidify her one way ticket to hell and she already had a first class ticket reserved in her name, so she really couldn’t risk it. Focussing her mind on Finn and Finn alone, Alyson moved slowly up the isle. Trying to picture what it would look like, the church full of her family and friends, Finn standing at the altar waiting for her, and her in a gorgeous white dress. Smiling, she bit the inside of her lip. It was definitely a pretty picture. But then, any picture that involved her fiancé’s beautiful face waiting for at the end of an isle was an attractive one to Alyson. Despite her actions, she was completely head over heels for Finn Heaton.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] The day would be perfect. Both of their families would be there, watching, watching. A pianist would be playing a song; the best man would be standing beside Finn while the groom nervously looked down the isle. And then the music would change; all eyes in the room would turn towards the entrance of the isle. A flowergirl would come first, throwing flower petals and smiling at the guests. Finally she would appear, all in white, face covered; accompanied by who Finn could only imagine would be her father. The guests would all be in awe, Finn’s mother, with tears streaming down her face would be smiling at them. And then Alyson would be standing before him, the priest reading their vows, and then with shaking hands he’d- A sharp intake of air brought Finn back to his senses. He was in the bathroom, shirtless, staring at the mirror, debating whether he wanted his hair combed sideways or to leave it alone and just be messy for the day. His razor stood on a stand next to the comb, recently used. Today was the day he and Alyson were picking the location of their ceremony. When Mrs. Kent had pitched the idea of a church wedding to Finn, he had been skeptical, but eventually decided it was for the best. It was partly because it had been Alyson’s idea, and partly because it seemed like the right thing to do. Who didn’t have weddings in a church nowadays? It was unorthodox, and Finn’s parents were far too traditional to be pleased with anything less. This was why Finn was going to see Alyson with an open mind. She was an interior designer, and he was an architect. If their wedding wasn’t going to be gorgeous, then, well, the world was probably going to be turned upside down. Of course, even if the wedding wasn’t going to be perfect, it’d all be fine for Finn because he was going to be marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. He had known Alyson for almost 8 years now. They’ve been together ever since he could remember. The idea of the proposal had taken Finn nearly 3 weeks to plan, but only a day to decide. The key item had been the ring he bought her, a majestic piece of jewelry that had taken almost half a whole month’s salary to buy. The lady who sold it to him had been quite envious herself, saying whoever his lucky princess was, there was no way she’d say no. The actual event took only a few minutes, but from it things became a spiraled whirlpool of pre-marrital affairs, from finding wedding outfits to which bakery was willing to make their cake. It was all so amazing for Finn, who never expected any of it, and was glad he had Alyson by his side. A side he’d be able to have forever. God, he was becoming so cheesy. Putting on a shirt and pants, Finn left the house in a frenzy, feeling something telling him he was going to arrive late, and leave his wife- er, fiancée waiting. As it seemed, his hair would remain be retaining it’s morning glory, but it would it’s own way to look proper again. The place he arranged to meet Alyson was only a couple blocks away, a church Google had told him had been around during the earliest times of Capeside when the town was only a few houses and a general store. Pictures on the local listing page promised a beautiful view, with sound architecture, so Finn knew for a fact that Alyson had picked it just for him. He’d give it his normal go over, but it would be up to Alyson to do all the designing and arranging. There was no use trying to butt in on that matter anyway. Finn had no idea how to set up a wedding ceremony, and well, Alyson did, and she could do it well too. At first Finn’s mother had objected he told her this, saying that she needed to plan out her son’s marriage and that the couple should go and enjoy themselves. (Finn was sure his mother had been defeated when she called him one day and stiffly told him she wasn’t going to partake in anything regarding the wedding) It took only ten minutes and half a Linkin Park CD for Finn to arrive at the church. He stopped and stared at it from his car. It was gorgeous, looking like something out of the eighteenth century. It’s main entrance was slightly open, and Finn took that as an indication that Alyson was inside. Slipping in silently, Finn found his fiancée gliding down the isle, looking like she was walking through the Enchanted forest. Finn had to smile at the sight, Alyson looked adorable when she was thinking. The husband-to-be quietly slipped up beside her and reached to tap Alyson on the opposite side. He couldn’t help it. She just looked too adorable.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true] Finn might not have cared if the wedding was perfect or not, but Alyson Kent sure did. It wasn’t that just marrying the man she loved wasn’t enough for her, not at all. It was actually more to do with the fact that she was something of a perfectionist, and just a little bit demanding. Things that Finn was already well aware of, and so shouldn’t surprise him. Though, what was surprising, was how calm (for Alyson at least) she had been through the process so far. What I mean by calm is, she hadn’t thrown a table centrepiece at anyone’s head.. Or fired anyone. Basically she hadn’t done anything to land her in the Bridezilla hall of fame yet. Though to be honest, you probably shouldn’t hold your breath that she’d continue that streak throughout the whole process. Especially as the day grew closer and stress levels rose. Alyson had been planning her wedding since she was a child, and while those plans had changed a million times, there was always the expectation that her day was going to be perfection. More fool anyone or anything that threatened to ruin that perfection, because an angry Alyson Kent on her wedding day is not a thing you should mess with. The blonde was so lost in her thoughts, that frankly, she didn’t even hear Finn enter the church. It wasn’t surprising in the least that miss Kent wasn’t aware of her surroundings. She’d always been far too self-absorbed for her own good, completely oblivious a lot of the time to how her actions would affect others. Which often times made it worse, because at least when someone did something they knew would upset you, they had still considered you. Alyson Kent was down-right thoughtless at times, and ended up hurting people without even knowing. Of course, a lot of the time she felt bad about hurting others, but that didn’t change what she had done, and the guilt never seemed to shake her into being more thoughtful next time with her actions. Though, to be fair to the girl, she had gotten good at taking Finn’s feelings into consideration. She did have the odd time where she just acted for herself, but for the most, especially with the wedding plans, she reminded herself that Finn deserved an opinion. That his feelings were just as important. The Max issue.. Well, that was something else entirely. Feeling the tap on her shoulder, Aly was jolted from her thoughts. She turned her head in the direction she had thought the hand had come from, but there was no-one there. Blinking, Alyson stared for a moment into the empty space. Confusion etched into her features. “What in the world..” She mumbled. Surely she hadn’t imagined it right? Shaking her head a little, Alyson was about to return back to her thoughts when something caught her eye. Or some-one. A grin stretched across her features and she turned the other way to face her husband to be. “Baby!” She greeted the man, obviously excited to see him. Anyone would think she hadn’t seen him in days, when in actuall fact, they rarely spent more than five hours apart most days- unless they just couldn’t have lunch together or at least see each other at work. However them both working for the same company had it’s perks. They were a perfect fit, really. Finn built the houses, and Alyson dressed them up. A match made in heaven. Or something like that. Wrapping her arms around him, Alyson pulled her fiancé in for a kiss. Her fingers snaking up into his hair as she did so. Were you even supposed to kiss in a church? Shrugging, the blonde decided she really didn’t care. At least one kiss wasn’t going to hurt was it? Not when she already had her very own place in hell. Though, Finn’s soul still had a chance. Sighing a little, she broke the kiss before she really wanted to. Moving her hands to settle on his shoulders. “So..” She breathed, forehead still pressed against the man’s. “What do you think? Can you see yourself looking dapper as hell in a fancy suit, waiting for me at the altar in a place like this?” Sure, she hadn’t exactly given him much of a chance to look around the place, but she wanted to get his first impression. A lot could be gauged from that, and if he was at all hesitant, then maybe this wasn’t the place? Of course, she herself hadn’t exactly figured out how she felt about the church yet, but that was beside the point. Right now, it was Finn who had to figure out his feelings on the issue.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] She was so gullible sometimes, like the type of person who might believe it if you said the word gullible didn’t exist in the Oxford dictionary. Well, maybe she was just gullible to Finn, who at a long time ago realized the fact and had stored it with the zillion other things only he knew about his fiancée. The thing was though, every time her lips met his, it felt like they were meeting for the first time. Finn’s hands slid down and found themselves around Aly’s waist as they kissed. There was something about Alyson and when they kissed that made Finn feel so much like they were both teenage lovers and long time honeymoon couples at the same time. It was something to do with the way she grabbed his hair that Finn really liked. He had a lot of quirks. When his fiancée pulled away, he found himself head to head with her, eyes looking down while she spoke. Even though they hadn’t discussed it yet, Finn already knew that this was the church they were going to do it in, as in hold the marriage here. They were in a church after all, amen. Winking at Alyson, Finn suddenly felt a lot like cuddling and swinging Alyson around right then and there, but he doubted the church pews would be too comfortable to lie on and Alyson wouldn’t probably be too happy with her legs smacking against one every two seconds either. Instead the guy look a quick look towards the front of church, and back at Alyson. That settled it. “Don’t I always look dapper?” The church honestly was fine to Finn, who from a look out his car had already checked it off as a yes. It helped that Alyson was being very convincing at the moment. If he had been more aware of what was going on, then Finn might have had some objections, but he often found it hard to say no. There was also the added fear of what they were going to see next and the time that it would take. Finn wanted to have lunch during noon, not at three o’clock. “It’s perfect.” Finn’s answer was firm, even though he had barely taken more than three seconds glance in the interior of the place. If Alyson liked it, then why not? The isle was certainly long enough for a decent walk, and the place could seat at least a hundred or so people. It couldn’t be hard to rent it out either. How do you rent churches away? Finn had a vision of him and Alyson walking up to the priest and handing over a hundred bucks. Wasn’t greed a sin? There was a lot to planning weddings Finn wasn’t completely sure about, but it would be the end result that really mattered. Considering it was Alyson up on the plate, well he bet the end result would be pretty good. “You know, it’s almost noon. Let’s get lunch.” Breaking out of his deep and meaningful thought regarding sinful churches, Finn grinned and swung his fiancée’s legs around and picked her up. He may have no been able to go a full 360, but practice for the wedding was always good. Leaning down and plating a kiss on Alyson’s face, he began walking out, wife in his arms, with the intent of driving a shopping plaza three blocks away. There was a very nice French restaurant there, beside a flower shop that Finn wanted to order the flowers for the wedding from. Careful not to bump into anything on his way out, Finn gave smiles and winks as he made his way out He had a personal reminder though, and it to make some phone calls after he and Alyson parted ways for the day. It was a long way to go, but Finn kept it in the back of his mind. Important calls had to be made, to the bakery, the florist, and one certain person. That would all have to come later. Considering he was carrying his, Finn couldn't help but already think it, wife out, he put those things aside. Worries could come later. Lunch comes first.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true] Perfect. That was such a subjective word. Long ago, the blonde had learned that what one person saw as perfect, wasn’t exactly the same for others. The word was thrown around far too much in Alyson’s life. Her friends were always telling her how perfect she looked, and she returned their platitudes. That was what friends did, at least in Alyson’s world. You boost up each other’s egos, even when the person could be cut-down a peg or two. In her job, too, the word was fluffed about. Usually it was never meant. A fussy woman would raise an eyebrow and tell Alyson her design was perfect, then go on to later list all the tiny little details they had problems with. Thus rendering the design in fact, not perfect at all. It was always frustrating for the blonde, but her charming façade usually didn’t falterer as she agreed that indeed, the opinion of the person that hadn’t studied design was in fact, correct. God, she wished just once someone would let her do her job without telling her how. Point was, she wasn’t satisfied with ‘perfect’. They hadn’t even really looked around the place properly. I mean, she knew the basic features of a church- they all had them right? And she’d been in this particular church before for other such occasions like weddings and christenings and even the odd funeral. However she had never actually considered the location from the point of view of a bride before. It was a point of view Alyson was using a lot lately, and she was starting to see her home-town in a whole new light. For example, she’d never really noticed how gorgeous the marina was before. Also, the town needed more florists. And bakeries. Sure, it had a fair few, but there weren’t a lot that could actually handle everything involved in a wedding. Especially considering she had decided on having a four-tiered cake and three different sorts of cupcakes. Don’t even get her started on the flowers. The blonde gave an exaggerated eye-roll. Of course he was thinking of his stomach. Clearing her throat, Alyson went to say something about his less-than-satisfactory response, however his next action stopped her from talking. Instead, the soon-to-be bride let out s slight shriek as her feet left the ground. To be honest it had taken her by surprise. The last thing she was expecting was to be picked up and carried out. It was a nice surprise though. Finn was always doing that- surprising her in the most wonderful ways. Max surprised her constantly too, but that was usually in negative ways. Rolling her eyes once more, the woman attempted to push the other Heaton from her thoughts. He just didn’t belong there anyway. Especially not when she was in the arms of another man. God. She was a bad person. A terrible, horrid adulterer. Or well, her thoughts were. So far she’d managed to keep her actions in-check. “Baby. We haven’t even looked around!” She attempted to chastise her man. However, there was humour in her voice which under-cut the whole thing. So instead of complaining anymore, she draped an arm across his shoulders and leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I can walk, you know..” She reminded him, with a small laugh. “Oh by the way, can we re-locate lunch? I still don’t know how I feel a church wedding, and apparently the function room at the golf-club is gorgeous. We can drive out there and have lunch at the bistro then look at the room?” A hopeful grin tugged on her features. While she phased it as a question, Alyson really didn’t expect Finn to deny her, but she had to at least go through the motions of acting like he had a choice in the matter.

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