2p!England x Reader~ Sweet Weddings (P.1)

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Part 1: What do you want?

    "Oh honey look! This place is perfect!" A woman spins in the center of a decorated room, her blonde hair spinning around her in excitement. "Sweetheart isn't it beautiful in here?" 

    She turns to a group of younger women, targeting a certain (h/c) girl who was taking in the scenery with a blank expression.
    
    Huge glass windows let the light of the warm day flood into the room, highlighting the polished wood flooring and brightening up the scene. The wooden rafters gave the room an antique feel but the way it was kept made it still seem new. A large handmade fireplace sat at the end of the large room, intricate roses and rivers danced along the edges and doors of the pit. Doors led to a balcony that overlooked a gently flowing river, the suns rays bouncing off the gentle waves. Climbing roses intertwined in the metal bars, the dark petals peeking out its lush leaves. The room was gorgeous, yet the girl didn't seem interested.

    "Yes it is." her dull tone was masked by the groups excitement. The girls spread apart, looking at this and that with bright eyes. The dull girls mother pipes up again.

    "Your wedding with be beautiful in this room." she grabs the (h/c) girls cheeks and squishes them. "I heard this man is the best of the best in event planning, and to meet in such a wonderful place.." 

    "It is a marvelous spot isn't it? With all the information you gave me in the email. Well, I couldn't resist bringing you to this little gem."

    All eyes turn to a man who stepped into the room nearly undetected, his bright blue eyes glancing appreciatively around the room before meeting the eyes of the youngest girls (e/c) orbs. A light bulb seemed to go off in his head before turning to the mother. "Ah, my apologies, i've seemed to have interrupted you."

    The bride's mother instantly bolts to the englishman, as well as the small group of friends that followed, but the girl stays behind. They didn't notice her cautious eyes flickering over them as they gushed about the upcoming event. Your stomach flipped.

    This man was very attractive, his charismatic and polite tone making him very good for his job. As made obvious by the way the girls gushed around him about various 'cute' things and ideas, and the way he seemed just as absorbed in it as they were. The strawberry blonde was wearing a nice almost hot pink vest, a paler pink dress-shirt underneath, nice tan slacks; but what really make it so odd was the bold bright blue bow tie fastened around his neck. As much as you wanted to make fun of this man for his garish appearance you couldn't bring yourself to think badly of his attire.

    Maybe it was his confidence in himself. Or Maybe it was the way that bow made his blue eyes pop in the most mesmerizing way. Those same eyes met the (h/c) girls scrutinizing gaze, a strange emotion flickering across his eyes for a second before disappearing behind a bright smile.

    "Why aren't you just lovely, poppet?" such a warm tone for a man..." I apologize for not introducing myself before chatting with your loving support." The blue eyed man gently grasps the girl's hand, bowing and kissing her knuckles lightly before politely parting. 

    "My name is Oliver Kirkland. It is my job to make your wedding day something only imagined in your dreams." 

    As much as your body wanted to melt at the thought, all you could feel was sick. He seemed to catch your conflict quickly.

    "Ah, are you a bit nervous?" He catches your eyes flicker to the eldest in the room, who was trying to hide her own distaste at her daughter's hesitance. She gives him a slight nod. "Its quite normal, but do not fret poppet, that's why I am here!"

    An hour passes and he has a pretty good idea of what the group of women are picturing. Yes a wedding out of a movie scene, or a child's dream something he's completely capable of. He agree's that their ideas are beautiful and wonderful of their own right but...

    His eyes flicker to the bride, who continues to stare down at her glass of water completely distant from the whole thing. Its as if she was off in her own other world. Or maybe she was the only one still on the ground.

    "Would it be alright if I spoke to you alone Ms....?"

    The bride slowly realized she was being spoken to, an embarrassed blush forming on her cheeks at her slow reflexes and responds quietly. "(y/n), you can just call me (y/n). 

    "Ms. (Y/n)" he repeats kindly. He smiles at the others in the room, who stand and leave as asked. A calm silence fills the room and it was the (h/c) haired girl that gently sighs, as if it truly exhausted her to be in the same room as these women. Her eyes seem to calm to a dull color and her tense posture laxes slightly. The blue eyed man smiles a bit wider.

    "I see this has stressed you out a bit. I don't think I have ever had a client so turned off by the thought of her own wedding before." The laughter in his tone was obvious, his friendliness was nice but you couldn't help but feel wary of this mans personality. This made your cautious eyes flicker over his form again. There was something more to this man than he let on, not that you would question him though.

    "I guess you could say that, Mr. Kirkland"

    "Please! Call me Oliver, love." His quick correction made you furrow your brows, but you let it go feeling like you were being ridiculous.

    "Oliver." You repeat in the same way he did earlier, smiling a bit. His ever present smile stretches wider. You could have sworn you saw something more flicker in his eyes again.

    "Now, I want you to tell me what you want. Because none of what I just heard was what you wanted." You instantly meet his eyes, he was smarter that he looks. He laughs, "Come on now, poppet. Ive been doing this for a long time."

    You let a bitter laugh escape your lips, making his interest pique a bit. Running a hand through your hair you sigh. You wanted to tell him you didn't want to be married in the first place. That your soon to be husband was a raging asshole, sexist, and money crazy. But you didn't think that it would help any of this anyways because it wasn't your decision to make. 

    "Its all what my family wants, that's what I will have." Oliver could feel his lips tugging into a frown, catching the double meaning quickly.

    "I see, well..." in a moment of weakness he reaches out and grabs the girls clenched hands, "If that's the case, do what you want before you wont be able to." The gentleness to his tone threw you off, letting his hands try to comfort you.

    You glance around the room once more, really taking it in and thinking about it for the first time. What was it you wanted?

    "I do like the room...just with different flowers like not the traditional roses, also...I would like some sort of lights in the rafters and rose bushes." He slowly watched as the girl opened up, her pretty (e/c) eyes twinkling with  growing excitement. The next ten minutes continued like this. The blonde man just listening to the warming bride with a growing smile.

    For once Oliver was excited for this wedding date.