"Go if you want to," Ciel was already annoyed that the three servants had barged into his office for a trifle matter such as this. "I will not be joining you."
"Suit yourself Master," Mey-Rin said. "But we're going, yes we are. We can't ignore a request from a happy couple."
"All right, all right, let's get movin' then," Bardroy sighed. "I jus' wanna get this over with already."
"Are you sure you don't want to come, Master?" Finny asked, but as before, Ciel turned the offer down.
It really wasn't a matter he wished to delve into. Not anymore. The wedding invitation came from the church and Elizabeth wanted it to be sent to him. She was always overjoyed at the sight of weddings and apparently there was something special about this one. Ciel didn't' see it.
However, the three had left his office earlier in the morning that he previously anticipated.
"Sebastian," Ciel ordered. "You have three times the effort this morning. I'm sure you can handle it."
"Of course, my young lord, but may I ask why I've suddenly found myself overwhelmed with the other's chores?" Sebastian took an elegant bow before Ciel.
"If you really want to know," Ciel sighed. "They've gone to church."
Sebastian's eyebrows rose slightly, trying to ponder a reason to go there, but Ciel brushed the matter off and ordered his butler to go about his work. At least it would be a break from the three of them for about an hour or so. Neither of them would protest to that.
Along the carriage ride, Mey-Rin couldn't look happier, and neither could Finny. Bardroy however, was not taking as much fancy to this as they were.
"Aw come on!" Bardroy exclaimed. "There's a bloody wedding we 'ave to sit through too?" May Rin elbowed him in the gut, telling him to keep quiet and that it was a very special day for a young couple who was getting married today. They pulled up around the back.
Finny was excited, as he was usually about everything, and during the service, the priest proceeded to introduce the wedding. Apparently, the entire church was invited to witness the event and walk-ins were undoubtedly welcome to the service. The congregation was elated for the two of them of course, and everyone seemed so happy about the affair.
"Oh my goodness she's so lovely!" Mey-Rin exclaimed as the bride made her way down the isle with her father and she was all dressed in pure white as the driven snow. Finny blushed at the sight of the bride, admiring her long brown hair and pale green eyes. Her slender face made her look so delicate and her small waist seemed like he could snap her into two...
Shaking his head as she was handed to the groom, Finny sighed.
"She's pretty. Finny seems to like her," Bard noted.
"She's getting married Finny how dare you!" Mey-Rin gave him an elbow to the chest too, but Finny just couldn't help himself.
"Who's that guy in the corner there?" Bardroy pointed out the young man standing near the priest's office door inside the church.
"I don't know," Mey-Rin whispered. "But he sure doesn't look too happy, does he?"
"Do you think something's wrong?" Finny asked.
"Let's investigate later," Mey-Rin said.
The man wore a few robes but they were nothing like what the priest wore at the alter. Maybe he was a relative, his son perhaps? He was studying the priesthood it looked like, so they assumed he was within the bloodline to become a priest like the man marrying the young couple right now. Mey-Rin rather liked the way his hair was hair sat just upon his shoulders, but the robes covered anything else she could measure with her eyes.
"I now pronounce you husband a wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest finally said, and the cheering came from every corner of the church. They didn't have to know the couple to congratulate them on a day like this. Mey-Rin looked at the boy again to see that he suddenly exited the room. Something wasn't right about him.
Shame for someone to be sad on a girl's wedding day. He's so handsome too, I wonder what he's sulking?
There was a small social before the reception, which gave away some food and drink, typical for an after service event and for a special occasion. Bard helped himself to a few sandwiches, but Mey-Rin hardly touched a thing. She caught a glimpse of the mysterious guy who was standing around before and she wanted to walk up to him.
"What 're you doin'?" Bard asked, putting a hand on Mey-Rin's shoulder. "We have to get back to the manner. The master only let us out for church service and we're late as it is."
The priest suddenly came in and began talking to boy in a corner. Things couldn't have been going too well.
"Come on May Rin, what's the hold up?" Finny asked. "The bride sure looks happy.
"But 'e doesn't seem to excited," she pointed out the guy who was in a conversation with the priest.
"He looks like his son," Finny said as he saw the two talking. "But they don't look too good."
"It's none of our business," Bardroy said, trying to drag them along. "Come on, we gotta go!"
"Wait! He's leaving. I wanna talk to 'im!" May Rin exclaimed.
"No. May Rin, wait!" Finny exclaimed.
"Aw no." Bard held Finny back. "Let her go. We'll catch up. She might have a point. Why rush back to the manor so soon?"
The two began to mingle with the rest of the crowd, but Bard kept an eye on Mey-Rin.