The only other Weasley to make the wedding was George, and it was like an old pain to her heart. Hermione really wanted them at her wedding, but apparently some wounds run too deep. She knew that Ron wouldn't be here, but had hoped that Arthur and Jennifer would have. A bit of motion caught her eye as everyone began to stand and turn towards the back of the room. It left her breathless; the eggshell dress had an empire waist and kissed the ground perfectly, regency-era-inspired cap sleeves, and white gloves that went all the way up to her elbow. Her hair was perfect ringlets cascading down either side of her face, and was pinned into place with a series of tiny flowers that served as an anchor for a veil that she declined earlier in the week. Hermione had said that there would be no surprises here, and Narcissa promptly agreed. She's radiant as my Lizzie Bennett.