@bloodymcge continued from here
“I’m not going to get drunk,” she said, “I just need a drink,” she said, a grin on her lips. Just one, to steady her nerves. They weren’t bad nerves, they were excited nerves. Zatanna had read once, that most proposals weren’t spontaneous things. That the women coached men along into doing the proposal they wanted. She couldn’t say that was the case for this engagement. It had taken her completely by surprise when he proposed to her. Not because she didn’t want to spend her life with him - she had known that for years, but because ... she hadn’t necessarily needed to marry him to do that. And she had never really thought he was the marrying type.
She was though. She’d said yes immediately when he proposed. She’d cried when he pulled out the ring. She looked forward every part of the wedding. The sari, the mehndi party, which had occurred the night before. Her hands were thankfully free to take the glass he offered. Though they were darkly stained with intricate designs for their wedding tomorrow.
A smile pulled at her lips, “You know it doesn’t actually surprise me,” she said, looking up at him. She took a sip of her drink before she leaned forward to kiss him. “I do know that. You know you’re the only person I could picture spending the rest of my life with too. And I’ve felt that way since the night we met,” she admitted.
Maybe he hadn’t been thinking it since they met, but she had. Something had pulled them together, and she’d known from that first night, his first smile, the first time they kissed, this was it. He was the one. “I’ve been looking forward to it too John, the nerves are kind of like ... being a kid the night before something exciting is about to happen. Like going on holiday or waiting for ... Christmas,” she said, glancing over at him. “Something big, and exciting is happening and if I’m going to get sleep tonight I need a drink,” she joked. “And maybe some lavender tea but first a drink.”
