The wedding was beautiful.  It was a simple, but elegant affair.  Ulva wore a lovely red and gold silk dress that really brought out the red highlights of her hair, and the golden light in her amber eyes.  Her hair was done up in an elegant coiffure, held in place by gold hair pins set with rubies of a variety of cuts.  She wore a necklace of pearls dyed red, set in ornate gold “baskets” on a fine gold chain.  Her shoes were red silk, custom made with the same fabric as her dress so they would match.  Her lips were painted red, and golden dust adorned her eyelids and cheeks.  Her nails were painted red, with golden tips.  She carried a bouquet of red and white roses; her favorite flower.

Her fiance wore white pants and a black, tailed waistcoat.  His vest was gold, and his cravat was red.  The brooch pinning his cravat in place was gold, set with a black onyx.  His black shoes were polished until they shone in the sunlight.  His gloves were pristine white, with gold thread shining from the seams.  His white-and-gray-streaked black hair was slick and glossy and pulled back into an ornate queue, tied with a red ribbon.  Over his breast pocket, he wore his corsage of red and white roses matching Ulva’s bouquet.

The couple looked elegant, beautiful, and perfectly matched.  Calista found the whole affair quite dreamy.  They were in the human church, which was adorned with red and white roses, and golden candles in gold candlesticks.  Ulva planned to keep all of the roses and dry them for potpourri, so she could have the scent of her wedding in her new home for years to come.  The smoke from the many, many candles gave the church a slightly hazy appearance, adding to the dreamlike quality of the ceremony.

After the ceremony, everyone gathered in the town square.  The wedding was a fairly big deal, and the town was celebrating with them by throwing a feast!  Everyone gathered to dance, converse, and stuff themselves with roast boar and pheasant with a wide array of bread and vegetables.  Ulva chose to get married not long after the harvest was complete, which meant there was a great quantity and variety of food the townsfolk could contribute to the feast.

The best part of the feast was the cake contest.  The best bakers in town had made small cakes for the couple to try, and the winner would get Ulva’s bouquet to display in their shop, along with the pride and acclaim of having baked the best cake.  Once the winner was chosen, the cakes were cut and distributed to the crowd, with the happy couple keeping the winning cake for themselves.

Once the food was gone, the music and dancing died down, and people began to trickle away, Ulva came to bid a tearful farewell to her family.  She was off to live in her new husband’s house, which he had purchased a few months ago in preparation.

Calista thought her sister looked so, so happy, if not a bit tired.  She hugged her sister tightly and wished her a happy life.  Then they parted, and Calista went home with her father, brothers and other sister.

Calista made sure to call Gavin and tell him all about the beautiful wedding before bed.  Gavin listened to her attentively, a small smile on his misshapen face.  Calista fell asleep while talking to him, and didn’t deactivate the mirror.

Gavin watched her sleep for a few minutes, lost in thought, before deactivating the mirror from his side.  He pressed his forehead against the cool, black glass, then headed off to bed.