He is fiddling with his cuff, Mel slaps his hand "Stop it" she hisses, "You're making me nervous." They don't have many guests, Niko, Jada, Parker, he can make out Chloe amongst the pixies, she waves happily, his hand is shaking but he waves back, nervously. He can make out Leon sitting next to Nita and Rita, Sela made it too. He looks away, Marisol is standing behind the table, the lights make her glow more. "Listen to Mel" she tells him strictly and he feels the same knot on his throat he had when he was on trial in front of the Elders. He takes a deep breath, "I'm alright" he says looking from Marisol to Mel.

Macy doesn't let him wait long, he can hear her walking down the stairs, her heels hitting the wood and he waits, his breathing fast, his throat closing but no sign of panic anywhere.

Macy takes a last look of herself she doesn't know what strings her sisters and Harry had to pull to get her parents here, probably too many, and she knows they can't stay for long, but as she turns around, her dad standing at the door, unshed tears shimmering in his eyes she realizes it was all worth it. She straightens the flowery lace on her sleeve Maggie finished placing the veil on her hair styled similarly to how Maggie's glamour styled them in Halloween. "All set" Maggie says smiling putting her hands on her waist, "What do you think dad good enough job?" she asks and Macy is surprised how easily she started calling their father dad, especially when considering that she knew Rey for eighteen years and was still calling him Rey.

Macy looks at her father trying to figure out what he was thinking, she knows that he doesn't approve of Harry, her mother warned her of his distrust, nearly hatred of Whitelighters, and he is even less fond of the fact that Harry comes from an age that women were practically chained to the kitchen, making it very clear to Harry that unless he wanted a very vengeful and dangerous ghost on his trail he better treat his daughter right and never, ever stand between her and her success and carrier. Macy rolled her eyes when Harry told her, although she could see that he took the talk with her dad to heart.

"Better than I imagined." He says smiling even wider. Macy breathes out, "Just with the wrong groom." She says, her face falling a little, Maggie looks away, she doesn't know what gets over her, why she had to remind everyone in the room that he didn't like Harry, "I won't lie I would have preferred you marry a doctor or scientist like you rather than a washed out actor turned witch advisor from the 1920s but," he pauses, Macy looks at him with her breath caught in her throat. "It doesn't matter what I would have preferred." He finishes, Macy breathes out, she doesn't know why but this isn't enough for her, she turns to Maggie "Can you leave us for a moment?" she whispers to her sister who was delighted to leave the room, the tension thick enough to suffocate her.

"Harry isn't a washed out actor." She starts, he tries to stop her but she raises her hand "No wait, he's not, he had a carrier as an actor yes, and he starred in a couple films and plays yes, but he was also a soldier and secret agent for the government during and after World War II, and he has spend every single moment of his life from 1957 and onwards protecting witches, protecting me, and Maggie and Mel, with no regard for his own safety. When Maggie was in Tartarus Harry took the torture for her, when I pushed myself too hard he was there to pick up the pieces, when Mel needed support he was willing to risk himself to give it to her. And he loves me; he loves me and accepts me, all of me, good and bad, the witch and the demon too. I don't know why you are almost hell bound in hating him, but he doesn't deserve it. And in any way he is the man I love and getting married to." She takes a deep breath and looks at her father in the eyes for the first time, she stares him down, daring him to say anything bad about Harry at all. "Alright." He says softly the smile reappearing on his lips, "That's all I needed to hear." He gives her his arm to lead her out of the room, Maggie is holding her bouquet, her bridal bouquet lying carefully on the table next to her, "There you go." Maggie says giving it to her.

She walks down the stairs carefully; the train behind her and the volume of the dress is a disaster in the making. Harry is waiting for her at the solarium, there's some other people she recognizes in the crowd but her brain refuses to make the actual connections she notices that his left cuff is a little crinkled and his bowtie hangs untied around his neck, she tries to fasten her pace but her dad is keeping the same steady slow pace stopping her. When she gets to him, she feels the world stop moving, she can barely hear a word coming from her mother's lips, all she can see is his face as he's smiling at her, all she can hear is his steady breathing. They exchange their vows; he speaks of love and bonds, and all the things she ever wanted to hear. She doesn't know how she remembered her vows; her hand was trembling as she put the ring on his finger. He could feel his hand sweating as he did the same.

Late at night, when the house was empty and silent, Maggie spending the night with Parker, Mel with Niko and probably Jada as well, Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her, "You didn't mind that my bowtie was undone right?" he asks her, he knows her father did mind but he had lived long enough not to care by now, his first father in law hated him as well, it wasn't something he wasn't used to. She turns around, still in her dress "Did you mind I was in a blue dress for our wedding?" she asks, he knows what she's doing and smiles, "No." he says, of course he doesn't, how could he, she looked like an angel in the light blue dress.

"Good, me neither."

That night as she hears him breathing deeply next to her, her hand on his chest, slowly rising and falling with his each breath, her light blue wedding dress shimmering under the moonlight, his tuxedo discarded on the ottoman next to her vanity she realizes that reality is much better than she had ever imagined, even if the bride didn't wear a big white dress and the groom's bowtie was hanging around his neck untied.