The dia of Willow's “wedding” came so fast, Willow could hardly breath. She stood in her room at the mountain, waiting for her sister. Since she was Willow's only family, Becca would be the one to hand her over to Billy. And since she was an angel, it was fitting that Devan play preacher. Everyone else were guests. Now Willow stood, borboletas in her stomach. She sighed in relief when Becca entered in a simple purple dress.
“Well aren't you pretty,” Willow complimented.
“Don't remind me. I don't do pretty.”
Willow smiled, the borboletas easing up. Becca studied her.
“You're nervous.”
“Well yeah! This whole thing is kinda nerve wracking! What if it-”
“Willow, trust me. I've got this under control. Besides, Wally thinks we're joking. Now where's your dress?”
Willow pointed to the closet and Becca headed that way.
“What do you mean? Wally doesn't believe I'm getting 'married'?!”
“Not until he sees you in your dress,” Becca answered, pulling a black dress bag out of the closet.
“Um, do we have to?”
“Pass him? Yes. Or he'll never believe us.”
“Okay.”
Becca pulled the dress out of the bag, looking at it.
“Hmm...okay. It'll need to be adjusted some, but I'll wait til it's on you.”
“You're going to poke me with needles?!”
“No. I'm talking about the lace. It'll have to be readjusted when the dress is on you.”
“Oh.”
“Jeez. C'mon. Get in.”
Becca handed her sister the dress, turning around. When Willow told her to turn back around, Becca immediately froze. She looked her sister up and down, speechless.
“What? What is it?” Willow asked.
Becca didn't answer.
“Is it horrible? It's horrible! I'm taking it off!”
“No!” Becca exclaimed. “I'm sorry. It's just that...Willow, you're so...I...gah! You're gorgeous! They are going to drop dead when they see you!”
Willow laughed. Becca went to work, fixing the renda, rendas, laço and doing Willow's hair. Becca put the veil on and stepped away from her sister. She took a long look, her eyes tearing up.
“Oh Willow! This better work or I'll throw him into the deepest active vulcão on the planet.”
“As violent as that sounds, Becca, thank you.”
“You're my sister. Always will be. I amor you Willow!”
Becca threw her arms around Willow and they embraced for a long time. Willow's eyes watered, but she didn't cry. Becca was her family. And she wanted nothing mais than to stay in her sister's arms. But a knock at the door told them they had to break apart. Becca opened the door.
“We ready?” she asked her boyfriend.
“Yeah.”
Willow watched him lean in close, whispering in her ear. She smiled at the blush on Becca's cheeks and the smirk on her sister's face. Willow looked at her sister questioningly. She heard Robin suck in his breath and give a low whistle.