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July 6, 1991, Morning
The existence of a certain interdimensional bar aside, Meg Ford has never had a better-kept secret than her wedding dress. Even her mother has never seen it before the day she helps Meg dress in it. Months of asking has gotten her groom the information that it is white, and that she really likes it. (Also, that it's not so formal that he will be required to wear a morning coat instead of just a suit. He's very grateful.) It has been here at Sylvain and Ginette's house since the day she bought it with Laura and Parker. Ginette has taken care of the few minor alterations and repairs it needed. Now, looking in the mirror, Meg realizes she hasn't been entirely honest with Alain. She doesn't just really like this dress. She absolutely adores it.
On the other hand (or foot), the shoes have been far from secret. Just about everyone has seen her shoes by now as Meg has been carefully and methodically breaking them in for weeks now, wearing them around her apartment and to the end of the universe and out to buy the paper at the newsstand on the corner and down the aisle in the church at the rehearsal. It's the only logical way to deal with them. The heels are higher than anything she usually wears, and she's going to be on her feet in them rather a lot today, and no one wants blisters for their honeymoon. (Especially not when one is headed to Paris.)
She doesn't wear a veil. She wears her hair up, held in place with a great many bobby pins and a silver comb that belongs to Tante Ginette. She'd worn it at her wedding, she'd said, when she'd offered it to Meg with a great many if you'd likes and only if you want tos. It was quite obvious what it would mean to her if Meg wore it, though, and Meg never for a moment considered declining. Ginette hasn't any children of her own, and she's very close to Alain and his brother, Luc. She's been lovely and gracious and wonderful about extending that include Meg as she's become an ever more fixed part of Alain's life.
Her emerald-cut aquamarine earrings were a gift from Alain for her birthday, selected expressly for today. Most of the jewelry she wears today came from Alain, which only seems appropriate. One of the two bracelets around her right wrist was a gift in honor of their two-month anniversary, the first gift she ever had from him. Her engagement ring has temporarily taken the place of the amethyst she usually wears on her right hand, so it won't be in the way of the gold wedding band she'll be putting on shortly. She doesn't wear any kind of necklace; the neckline of the dress doesn't need help or competition.
When every detail of Meg's outfit has been checked and double-checked, Kim goes to put the last touches on hers, and their mother produces a small velvet box like that for a ring.
"What's this?" Meg asks.
"It was mine, from my wedding," Deirdre says, and Meg opens the box to find an old English sixpence. "For your left shoe. I hope it brings you as much luck as it brought me."
"Thank you," Meg says, settling the sixpence in the side of her shoe, and then hugging her mother.
"You're welcome. Now don't make me cry. We don't have time to redo our makeup."
"Wouldn't dream of it."