2 Weeks Later
Buffy arrived home early enough, Willow and Oz knew how sensitive she was now. But even though she'd insisted she was okay, they'd still called Lynda, the fat woman with the annoying smile, in. Sage was over at a friends' house, and so she had the place to herself for three hours. She pulled the untouched San Francisco Chronicle off the foyer table and walked to the couch in the den. She opened up the news and right in the middle of the newspaper was two blue, corrugated envelopes, facing backwards.
Her heart stopped, again. They were the kind of envelopes you send wedding invitations in. And the only two people she knew who had been talking of marriage were…She cupped her head in her left hand and flipped them over. 'Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg plus Guest' and 'Miss Summers plus Guest' were written in gold across the front. Buffy debated whether to open them until her fingers did the thinking for her, and the next thing she knew she was tearing away at the seal. She shook out the invitation and plucked it up gently. Sure enough, inside the card were the details of the wedding.
'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Daniel Cooper and Cora Davidson on the sixth day of the sixth month of the year two thousand nine. To be held at...' She shut the card. Her worst hopes were confirmed, that he'd moved on. Even after her outburst at him when he'd come to talk to her, she'd still wished he'd come back and just…end everything with her. She wished he'd come back to her, get his memory back, and that would be the end of it. Happily ever after, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. She picked a note out of the envelope written in Cora's writing and read down it. Great, not only was her heart breaking, but the bride was begging her to be there. Now, the only question left in her fried brain was, would she go?
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The day had arrived and Daniel shook with excitement and nervousness as he straightened another cufflink. His best friend and Best Man Lance stood modeling in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles.
"Hey Dan, do you think I look hot in this? Cora's got some pretty foxy friends out there…" Daniel laughed and he twisted into several different poses.
"I don't think I'm the guy you should be asking Lance."
"Rob's not gonna be here, remember? He's at some whacked convention…and I need another guy's opinion. C'mon, I won't tell Cora," Lance puckered his lips and slid his head onto Daniel's shoulder, looking at him with big eyes. Daniel laughed again and pushed him away.
"Get the hell away from me. What would Sasha think?"
"Hey, we're cool. But, just in case she happens to find a guy hotter than yours truly, as if that's possible, I've got to be looking. Scouting…There's this pretty hot little blonde sitting near the front…"
"You wish man. How do I look?" Daniel stood in front of the egotistical stud for inspection.
"Seriously, or in the goofing off, fake sense?"
"Which ever."
Lance smirked and slipped into his Mom Impression. "My little Danny's all grown up!" He wiped away a fake tear and went to hug his friend. Again, Daniel laughed and shook his head.
"No more of that crap man, this is my wedding. Seriously, how do I look?"
"You really want to know the truth?" Lance dropped the act and straightened out. Daniel nodded. "Really? You look like a penguin who's had more caffeine to drink than sleep in the past month." Daniel turned back and faced the mirror, and sighed. He fiddled with his cuff again.
"That's what I thought."
* * *
"Why do we have to be here?" Xander complained as he, Cordelia, Willow, Oz and Buffy all reached an empty pew. The church was filled with wealthy individuals and members of the local press, all dressed elegantly. Cora had specifically requested Buffy's presence at the wedding, reasons being they were best friends and it was only proper, and had also asked if Sage could be the ring barer. Buffy had debated whether or not to come, because she would most certainly loose control at sight of the groom, but Willow and persuaded her to attend. 'It'll help you get over him,' she'd said. Buffy hoped she was right.
"I hated Dead Boy when he could actually remember who we were. Now I'm expected to sit through a two-hour ceremony so Cora could be happy that she ripped the Buffster's heart out and trampled it?"
"Xander, stop making such a fuss!" Willow chided. "Try to at least look happy, please? You can bitch all you want when we get back to the house." Silenced by the look that accompanied her thrashing, Xander sat beside Cordelia at the edge of the pew and didn't say another thing.
"I guess you're right Will," Buffy shrugged her shoulders and sat between the two other women. "Try to at least look happy…I know he can, but I don't know how I will be able to." At that moment, the groom and another man came out from the back, and her eyes followed him all the way to the altar. It was a lucky thing the ceremony started right then, or else she'd need shackles and a gag to keep her from running to him before Cora even came out. She tried to be happy and proud, to smile when Sage and the flower girls, Tia and Summer naturally, walked past. And she resisted the urge to punch Cora to death when the bride walked down towards her future.
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