"Ahahahahahahaaaa!" Mrs. Summers laughed obnoxiously, "My Agathe would wear this as an evening gown!"
Agathe Summers, smiled sickly, her hand wrapped like a python around Michael Bennet, who in turn, had never expected to see Ansel at Michael Fletcher's wedding.
Both the Michaels were extremely flustered, to think that their beloved ones were actually in love with Ansel's words all the time.
"Then please do so," Mrs. Goldshaw smiled, the obnoxiousness nullifying Mrs. Summer's. How obnoxious...
"I don't like her one bit," Harvey muttered, leaning down to whisper in Ansel's ears and the shorter boy smiled at him.
"Do you like someone at all?"
"I like you," Harvey clicked his tongue, quite irritated. "Now look... she's coming here. How fat she is â"
"Harvey darling! What a pleasure to see you!" The obnoxiousity was dripping down Mrs. Summer's face. "And who this man in rags would be?"
"Well whomsoever he may be, that would be none of your concerns." Harvey's mother interrupted again, this time more defensively.
Ansel was quick to place a hand on her shoulder, "Aunt, please leave it be."
"Oh- are you a cousin of their's?"
Harvey snapped, "No, we're together."
"Together..." It was almost comical to see Mrs. Summers widen here eyes, and her double chin getting more and more prominent, while her fat arm rose to her big mouth to cover the gasp that she let out. "How filthy!"
Harvey rolled his eyes, and his mother sighed. While she had taken a fortnight to accept and come on equal terms with her son, because these days... nothing seemed quite impossible.
Harvey's sisters, especially Drusilla, was so delighted to meet Ansel, that Michael had to separate them away and place them in different rooms out of jealousy.
Well... in his best man Jeong's words, Michael brought that upon himself.
And in the end, Goldshaws decided that since they had a lot of daughters already, it would be fine if the son didn't bring home a wife. They could do with one more man, to equalise the ratio.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Summers, that's again none of your concern."
"The Church wouldn't accept this!" Mrs. Summers was second away from screaming blasphemy.
"The church need not accept," Harvey glared, and Ansel started to mutter apologies for Harvey's behavior again.
"Goodness, the Church is never wrong!" Mrs. Summer's eyes would pop out of the sockets anytime now.
"Well it was wrong about the origin of species, was it not? And also that..." Harvey's mother tch-ed, "what was that called, son?"
"The heliocentric model," Ansel supplied helpfully.
"Yes that, and also about gravity. The Church was wrong so many times."
"My my, Mrs. Goldshaw! You have been corrupted!"
"Please... leave." Mrs. Goldshaw smiled, clearly strained at her last straw.
"Gladly, of course! Why would I want to associate with you?"
Saying so, the fat woman hurried away, knocking and bumping over some people in her disgraceful exit, tagging along with her airhead daughter and a tired son-in-law.
"Don't bother such people, please?" Ansel smiled softly, taking Harvey's hand in his own.
"She called you â"
"Doesn't matter at all to me."
"But it does to me!" Harvey whined, and stomped his foot.
"You are adorable, Harvey dear." Ansel laughed, while reaching his hand up to ruffle Harvey's styled hair.
"Stop acting like a mother."
"Do I?" Ansel laughed again, this time a bit louder, and the curls on the top of his head bounced in rhythm.
Their friends had been invited, Fane and Jubilant came with a large tea set and Fane in particular, was transfixed by Agrippina, while Jubilant was still teasing Faizal Mohammed Karem Yilmaz the Fifth, who didn't say much.
Except go to the bride and pin some gold coins on her bridal dress, and then went to quietly sit in a corner and cry silently in his silk handkerchiefs.
He had thrown five by this time.
Marriages always made him emotional... and now that Ansel was with Harvey, Faizal had less chances of talking to Ansel, and that made him cry harder.
"Nothing on 'ere, go mindin' yer business!" Jubilant smiled at everyone who came to ask why Faizal was crying.
"How happy they look," said Ansel, watching Michael and Drusilla smile at each other, as sweet as it was. Michael would occasionally steal a kiss or two, and Drusilla would go red in her face. "It makes me feel so happy."
"I always believed that love existed, but never thought I could have it," Ansel turned his face up to look in Harvey's eyes, that always shone in admiration. "Thank you, for making me fall in love again."
"And thank you," Harvey whispered, "for loving me."