a looked at himself in the mirror again with concentration.
Her blond hair was tied up high, and she wore nothing but a hair accessory made of lilies, but a few voluptuous strands hung down from her ears; the shiny white wedding dress fit tightly against her extremely hot curves, layer by layer. The white gauze slanted around her waist to form a huge skirt, and expensive diamonds like water drops shone like sunshine and rain every time she turned around. In addition, the chest is inlaid with many diamonds, which complement the rhinestone necklace on the long neck. This wedding dress is undoubtedly tailor-made for her - she has a top-notch figure, comes from a high-class society, and is Customized by a woman who married a man from a high-class society.
But if you call ten people in now, nine of them will say that the heavily made-up face is above all else, and the tenth person will regretfully lament how nice it would be if he were a man.
Perfect. It is perfect, it must be perfect today.
a concluded like this.
Because today may be the only perfect wedding in her life. Even if she gets divorced and remarries, there will be nothing more perfect than this - perfect decoration, blessings from relatives and friends, a stable environment, and no fucking father. No cold sisters, but a husband who truly loves her.
Her eyes turned to the door - her husband (Alan) was entertaining two young guests in the living room, a group of designers milling around them, and two old friends sitting nearby, looking contented as if they had passed The silver-haired young man, several hundred years old, bared his teeth and wanted to enter the encirclement.
Oh yeah, the perfect wedding was also perfect because she had a pair of extremely cute flower girls - because anyone who said they weren't cute was likely to be brainwashed and life-threatening.
Attending a wedding and taking on flower girl duties is not an easy thing to do. At least that's the case for Harry.
He had to get up by himself at seven o'clock in the morning, wash his face to wake himself up, take all of Nina's clothes and bake them until they were warm, and then wake Nina up at seven-thirty. This process had to be gentle and innocuous. It is not dangerous, otherwise the little girl will huddle herself in the innermost place of the quilt and refuse to come out for half an hour - this symptom is always more serious in winter.
As soon as breakfast time came, the door of Xavier's house was knocked. Emma and a lot of people came in. They brought a dozen good-looking clothes, lined up to change the two children, and ignored the parents. Protest against this - Even breakfast is prepared by top chefs, and the children only need to do one thing today, which is to try on clothes and be flower girls.
Harry also successfully met one of today's protagonists - Emma's husband. He was a man with very pale skin, not too tall, and wore a pair of square-rimmed glasses. He was indeed handsome, but a little less powerful than Emma. Harry also noticed that there was a pair of shiny water hanging on his neck. Showing the cross, I was surprised to think that this was actually a Christian.
Thinking about it this way, Harry couldn't help but feel a little uneasy - whether he was a mutant or a wizard, his existence might be a vicious heretic in the eyes of sincere Christians, or a sinner who broke their three views.
But the reality is - he thinks too much.
When he saw a pair of little flower girls, his eyes lit up. Maybe he didn't know it, but Emma looked at her husband and patted him: "Don't be silly."
He is a person who likes children very much, very much. He looked at Harry and Nina, the lovely boy and girl, and couldn't help but have a slight tremor in his voice. Even when he was talking to Charles, he couldn't bear to take his eyes away from the children. His joy Excitement filled almost every pore of his body and every breath he took.
"Are these your children, Charles? What are their names? How old are they?"
"The older one is my son, and the younger one is Erik's daughter," Charles replied with a smile, "Emma should have told you, right? Harry, introduce yourself to your uncle."
Harry showed a shy smile, holding Nina, who was clinging to him tightly, with her face nestled in his back, and introduced himself: "Well, I am Harry, I am eleven years old this year, and this is Nina. Just six years old.”
"Hello, Harry, God, Emma, they look like angels." He murmured, swallowing hard, stuttering a little, but still praising his wife's eyes, "I can't imagine anyone better than them. A better flower girl, you are amazing." He eagerly turned to Charles, who was smiling happily, "How did you have such a cute child? Do you have any experience in this area?"
Charles let out a happy laugh: "I guarantee that your children will be very cute, but I still want to thank you for your compliments on Harry and Nina."
There was a hint of satisfaction on Erik's face: "I don't think this is a compliment, Charles, what he said is not an exaggeration at all."
Charles laughed even louder.
"Actually, I can't find a second couple," Emma said nonchalantly while having her nails done. "You don't want to know how annoying and stupid my nieces and nephews are, my dear."
She raised her chin as she spoke. The people she brought immediately pushed into a pile of clothes racks. Harry was first put into the most classic black suit, while Nina was gently coaxed by the female staff to go to another room. Change into an equally classic white dress.
This was a disaster - Harry was pressed on the chair, changing clothes one after another, while the makeup artist took out the cosmetics from his bag like a gun from a weapon rack, with the brush in her hand It was like a weapon. Harry looked at it with awe, and it swept across the boy's delicate skin mercilessly. Harry felt it itchy and a little uncomfortable, and this was just the beginning. Makeup artist and stylist They were all surrounding him, and some handymen kept gesticulating with ties and accessories to see the effect.
However, the parents looked very happy, especially Charles. He got a different kind of fun watching the stylist frowning at Harry's bird's nest head: "Am I finally able to see it in my lifetime? I mean, see My son has a second haircut?”
"How do you say it?" Emma's tone changed to a higher pitch.
"We have tried various methods, countless times, but his hair is still the same. Even if it is shaved, it will all grow back." Charles said casually, "I heard it is a hereditary problem."
"Wonderful." His eyes burst with curiosity, "How fast is the growth rate? Is it really like this every time? As far as I know, this is a rare thing. Of course, I can't say decisively that it doesn't happen."
a glanced at him: "Don't put your thirst for knowledge aside today."
Just shut up.
Charles winked at Emma, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
A huge amount of hairspray saved Harry's hairstyle in the end - they were rarely smooth, smooth, docile and neat, which made Harry look completely different, not to mention the stylist also provided a pair of expensive ones. Brand new contact lenses, she insisted that Harry's old-fashioned glasses were the most evil thing, the criminals who made the pearls become dusty.
In the end, Harry looked at himself in the mirror and was so surprised that he couldn't speak. This line may be too cliché, but it was the truth. He couldn't say a word.
Harry Xavier has always been a good-looking child - but no matter what happened before, he will never be what he is now.
His facial features are soft because of his gentle personality. His messy black hair has always been the most energetic part of his body, but now even it fits smoothly and obeys to the extreme, and the raised part fits smoothly. Downward, the bangs were also pushed to one side, slightly covering the lightning scar. But after just a few movements, his original gentleness, or tenderness, could be said to have increased almost a hundred times. He looks so gentle and quiet. The only smart thing is his eyes, which are not covered by glasses. All wizards say that these eyes belong to his mother, a great beauty. This is correct.
The green color of these eyes is full of vitality. Its color is bright and full of vitality. It is the most outstanding bright color on the boy’s fair face with a healthy blush. Because of these eyes, the stylist finally chose a grandma’s pair for him. The green brooch was pinned to his chest, shining brightly.
But now these eyes are slightly widened in surprise.
Harry turned to the parents with his mouth slightly open.
"This," he stuttered, "is this?"
"Wow holy shit!"
There was a banging sound from the other side of the stairs. Harry looked over there and saw Peter falling down the stairs.
Harry covered his face with his palms when he couldn't help laughing - it's not good to see others in embarrassment.
"A new look, Harbao?" Peter touched his butt and stood up. He grinned in pain and looked at Harry up and down, making Harry's ears turn red. "How long did it take you to do this?" What's wrong with your hair? Are you still the Harbao I know? Look at you like this, even the dolls in the store can't be cuter than you!"
At this moment, some of Harry's amazement at himself in the mirror slowly disappeared - the shame of being visited by others in new clothes gradually came to his heart, and he yelled "Peter!" in anger. ’, I just wanted to bury my head in my palm, as if that little palm could cover so much space.
“We prefer to call it more refined,” the stylist says proudly, “even though the kid’s hair is too stubborn, we still managed to overcome it.”
"Oh, really, but I heard that too much hairspray will cause the hairline to recede. Is this true?" Peter rushed to Harry's side, looked at the boy wearing a brown vest and suit pants of the same color and questioned, "And it's very Easy." He gestured a few times, "You know, bald."
"The number of looks and the brand of hairspray, young gentleman, can be sacrificed for the sake of image," the stylist replied, "Besides, it doesn't matter if you are bald - the hair extension technology is already very good now."
The chef brought by a is very good at cooking, especially good at desserts. A plate of four triangular cakes of different flavors made Charles fall in love with it and praised it full of praise.
"I think this raspberry one tastes really good," he said, holding his fork.
"I can ask him to give you the recipe if you like." Emma didn't care, "As long as you and Erik can make it."
"I also have a son, remember?" Charles smiled and put down the plate.
"We should get ready." Erik said, levitating Charles' wheelchair, which made him look at them with some envy.
"I can't even hold Emma," he said. "According to scientific standards, she is not considered fat."
"Very good. If one day you come to the opposite conclusion, you're doomed, my dear." Emma said softly, "Don't be sad, you're fine just like that."
It's hard to tell whether this is comfort or irony, but he looks a lot happier.
Both Charles and Erik's dresses were made to measure by Emma. Firstly, Erik had to hand over to Emma instead of Emma's father, and secondly, Charles couldn't try on clothes frequently.
While taking out the custom-made clothes, her stylist asked the hostess: "Can you let the silver-haired male over there try on option F? Although it may not suit this gentleman," she glanced at Erik , “But my gut tells me it’s probably a perfect match for that gentleman.”
"What plan F?" Erik asked in the room over there while helping to put the suit on Charles.
"We designed several plans for you but most of them were scrapped in the end," Emma said, pointing casually, "If you think it suits you, then ask him to change it - but are you sure the size is okay? That child looks like He’s only in his early twenties and not tall enough.”
"There won't be much difference - we also brought a tailor here. If it suits us, we can change it on the spot. Anyway, it will only be more, not less." After the stylist finished speaking confidently, he ran towards Peter, and in the youth Shouting 'What are you doing' 'Hey I don't think I have to wear this' 'Oh - this is murder! Harry, you can't just watch and just laugh and not say anything! 'I started to put a suit on him.
They arrived at the most famous St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York on time at six o'clock in the afternoon - before that they had to go back and lead the prepared motorcade to the door of Xavier's house. He came in a grand manner, After picking up his stunningly beautiful bride, he was extremely nervous when he reached out his hand, but Emma was smiling the whole time.
"If you kiss my lips for a while," the bride threatened softly, "I'll show you that it's no use calling God for help."
"No, God has been blessing us." He said this habitually at first, and then couldn't help laughing, "I really can't believe it." He was a little embarrassed.
"What don't you believe?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow.
"There are many, such as the existence of mutants, such as you being a person who can turn into diamonds, such as I love you, such as your willingness to marry me." He held the bride's hand and said sincerely, "I was right a year ago. Say it yourself—it’s impossible for such a beauty to be interested in me.”
"And now the beauty is wearing the bride's wedding dress, and the hand with the wedding ring you gave her is in your hand." Charles motioned to Erik to push the newlyweds, and he said with a smile, "It's time to get married now. , Mr. Lucky - even I have to say, Emma is really hard to chase."
"You don't have to chase much, Charles." Emma turned back with a smile on her lips, "Look at this person, how many years did it take him to seduce you?"
Charles smiled at Erik: "Maybe he did it earlier, but he just didn't want to take the last step."
Erik's heart was filled with tears and he moved his lips: "I'm sorry."
A's eyes flickered between the two people, and then she stopped commenting on the matter. She stepped on her high heels and boarded the white luxury car that had been waiting for her for a long time: "Where is my flower girl?"
"Harry! It's time for you and Nina to get in the car!"
Erik shouted into the room, and the boy wearing a white shirt and brown vest came out holding the girl in a snow-white skirt. Since it is winter now, Nina's skirt is wrapped in thick fur, she is also wearing a pure white leather hat, and a pair of fur-edged leather boots.
She not only looks like a sweet doll, but also like a little girl from Russia.
Looking at his daughter like this, Erik couldn't help but smile even bigger, and the happiness in his heart doubled.
"Dad, daddy," Nina asked Erik before getting in the car, "won't you take a car with us?"
"Charles and I will sit in the next car, and Harry and Peter will stay with you, sweetheart." Eric replied gently, kissed his daughter's little face, and at the same time said to Peter who was very uncomfortable in a suit: "Take care of us for us. They r.”
"I-I can, no problem, um I mean, it's easy, don't worry."
r's whole body was stiff and he didn't know how to speak fluently - at this time, his too fast speaking speed actually caused his speech impediment.
Erik patted his shoulder - Peter noticed that he always patted his shoulder - and said understandingly: "Don't be so nervous, it's not difficult, it's just this part of the road."
"Yeah."
"Also, you look handsome in a suit."
Erik boasted smoothly.
Harry looked sympathetically at Peter who got into the car: "Are you okay?"
r held his head and felt that his whole body was soft, as if he were soaked in warm water. It was so comfortable and incredibly comfortable: "I'm wondering again if I'm dreaming. Why am I so dizzy? Harry, where are we? On the plane. Come on? Or does the car fly like your motorcycle? Oh my God, oh my God——"
"He's telling the truth," Harry suppressed a smile, "You do look very handsome in a suit."
A very dreamy expression appeared on r's face: "This experience is really amazing."
As he was slowly reminiscing, the car drove quickly towards the church, leaving many rose petals and ribbons along the way. Everyone who saw these luxury convoys couldn't help but put their eyes on them, and the windows were filled with light. The newly revealed bride's face is even more eye-catching. Everyone is guessing which rich man is getting married, and they are betting that it will make headlines tomorrow.
But the noise and discussion could not stop the motorcade from reaching its destination. It was the first time that Harry sat in a car and became the focus of the entire street. It was quite novel, but when he and Nina lay with their heads lying on the car window, one big and one little one. After watching it for a while, the novelty wore off—the experience of being in the spotlight had left a terrible impression on him recently.
"You did it on purpose." Suddenly, Harry heard Peter say vaguely to Emma, "Charles's suit, that person's suit, and mine."
"Whatever you say." Emma didn't care, "And you don't seem to care, boy?"
"I'm not a boy anymore." Peter loosened his tie uneasily, "And you don't need to worry about it. Charles is a very good person in that matter. Well, I don't have any objection anyway, and I don't need to." Opinion."
"Maybe they won't think so." Emma said, "What you always want to say, boy - don't refute, this is a matter of seniority, not an issue of adulthood, the problem is there, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, Isn’t it?”
"Hey, it's your wedding today! Why are you discussing this with me!"
"Because this problem may be urgent." Emma smiled mysteriously.
Harry listened to the whole process and was confused, but Peter's expression told him that he shouldn't ask, so he had to swallow the question, but curiosity still tickled his heart.
w hates secrets, even harry does.
The wedding was very grand - although there were a few people, except for Charles and his gang of mutants, there were just a few friends. Harry only learned about it after being introduced to his parents who passed away very early, so he didn't know much about it until he met Emma. She is very withdrawn, and Emma's relationship with her family is so bad that she doesn't even want to see them get married.
"It wasn't until I met Emma," in front of the priest, looking at his bride through a veil, "that I knew how passionate love is. I believe in God, yes, I have to say, variant Human existence is incompatible with it, but emma, it will not stop me from loving you. I will never hurt you or stop loving you because of this. I am very lucky to have your love. perturbed"
"No matter how worried you are, I have to reiterate - I love you."
a looked at him with gentle eyes, "To end your long speech, you don't need to be anxious the moment you put on your ring. You fool who believes in God, shut up and kiss me."
Erik held her arm at the side and looked at her as if she was looking at something strange. Emma, the infamous White Queen, her cold diamond appearance will always be the impression she gives people, such a small tenderness is already a symbol of her love for her husband. Performance.
It's obvious and understood. He excitedly lifted his wife's veil and kissed her. The latter also kissed her back enthusiastically. Several friends clapped and cheered. Harry, who was holding the hem of Emma's long skirt with Nina and holding a small white flower basket, was embarrassed. He covered Nina's eyes, but he couldn't help but look at it for a while longer.
Therefore, he didn't notice that the little girl was quietly looking out through his fingers.
The priest's voice announcing that they were husband and wife was drowned in the cheers and whistles, and at Nina's reminder, Harry discovered that the square outside the door had released many white doves at this moment, and they fluttered their wings and flew into the sky. , in the warm sunset, it looks like snowflakes blowing up against the wind, so beautiful.
"The bride is throwing her bouquet!"
As the bridesmaid, she shouted loudly and then opened her arms to wait for the reception. Although Emma had some female subordinates coming to the wedding, she was confident that she could definitely kill them all. After receiving this, Hank waited nervously next to her. Harry didn't know why, but he always felt like he was going to take out the ring and propose countless times in the next moment.
After all, there is a saying - the one who receives the bouquet is the next bride.
As soon as a raised his hand, the bouquet of white roses was raised high. The direction was still quite far away. Harry thought about it and decided to help Hank, so he quietly locked the bouquet——
"harry, harry!"
Suddenly, at this moment, Nina shook his hand, "I want to go out and feed the pigeons!"
not good! Harry found that at the moment when he was distracted, the bouquet fell in the middle of the turn, and fell to the side under the arms of the women fighting for it——
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, while Peter's eyes widened and he felt like his jaw was about to drop.
——The bouquet made of a dozen white roses fell accurately into the hands of Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair and smiling, as if expected.
