-Autobiography-
If anypony ever wrote a biography for her, it would begin and end at that moment.
Two mares in white sauntering down the aisle, the scattered petals taken from her garden, the songbird choir assembled by her hoof. As Dash and Pinkie giggled through their vows, Rarity put a kindly hoof around her shoulder.
She'd made this happen. Worked so hard to help, because they asked. But if she'd only reached out, been brave, she could have had it for herself. She could have been the one wearing Pinkie's dress. But she hadn't.
It was the story of her life.