Sombra paced from side to side, practically gliding across the floor as the rate of which he was moving. He ran a hoof over his mane once more, checking to see if any hairs were out of place, but finding none. He sighed as he glanced at his tie, which was black like his suit, unsure of how it looked on him.
"Do you think this tie looks bad on me?" Sombra asked, trying not to sound as frantic as he felt.
"No," Button droned as he sat in the chair by the vanity. "It's fine."
"Really?" Sombra glanced at it. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Button sighed quietly. "Any clue when Rarity's gonna be here?"
Sombra shook his head. "She said she was going to check on Pinkie before me, and since Pinkie can be rather... antsy, she's probably having trouble with her."
"Yeah, because you're the chill one..." Button mumbled sarcastically.
Sombra frowned, but decided not to comment on it. He wasn't about to start a fight with a colt, especially one that Sweetie had explicitly told him not to bother under any circumstances. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then felt a prick of unease as he noted the time. The wedding was bound to start soon, and he wasn't feeling an inkling of readiness for it.
"Sorry for my tardiness!" Rarity announced as she flounced in, her dress ruffled and wrinkled from constant movement. She paused upon looking at Sombra. "Sombra, are you sure that you want to wear that tie?"
Sombra turned towards Button with a look that practically screamed, "See?!", then back at Rarity. "No, that's just what I was wondering before you came in."
Rarity sighed. "You and Pinkie both... It's your wedding day, and you're just now finding some wrong with your attire? Why not speak to me at the fitting?"
Sombra frowned at her. "Why are you being so snippy?"
Rarity put a hoof to her temple. "Sorry, dear, I'm just a bit rigid from helping Pinkie... She's being so... skittish today! I don't know where it's come from... Must be hormones..."
Sombra blinked. "What?"
Rarity waved a hoof. "Never mind, it's nothing." She glanced at Sombra. "Perhaps a blue tie would match better? Or maybe a pink one?" She shook her head. "No, it would clash against your eyes and horn... Hmm, maybe the black tie is the best bet, after all?" Sombra didn't like how unsure she sounded.
"Hey, anyone know where Spike and Discord are?" Button asked, suddenly noticing the absence of the dragon and draqonequus. "I swear they were here earlier..."
"Spike said that he and Discord had something to check on before the wedding started. I hope they get back soon." Sombra was feeling anxious enough as it was, and he didn't want his Best Dragon and Best Draqonequus missing the wedding (even if said draqonequus forced himself into the wedding to begin with).
Rarity sighed. "Hopefully nothing too chaotic will come of whatever Discord has planned. Fluttershy promised that he would be on his best behavior during the wedding."
"What about afterwards, during the party?" Sombra asked.
"That, I can't confirm." Rarity rolled her eyes. "Celestia help us if anything goes wrong."
"Hey, speaking of, aren't the Princesses coming to the wedding?" Button asked. "Sweetie told me that Pinkie invited them, right?"
Sombra sighed. "Yes, she did. I'm surprised they accepted, especially after everything. Luna, I understand, but Cadence and Celestia... They're a different story altogether."
Rarity gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm quite sure that they're happy for the both of you, dear. They've forgiven you, don't you remember?"
Sombra frowned. "That doesn't make me feel better."
Rarity sniffed, her eyes flickering over him as she checked his suit for any error. "Take it as you will, but I mean only kindness and reassurance." She took a step back, then smiled as she admired him. "Quite good." She looked at him. "You look quite good in a suit."
Sombra fidgeted a bit before looking at himself. "I don't know... Somethings feels... Missing?"
Rarity frowned. "Everything looks fine, dear. You're just nervous, is all." Her eyes widened. "Oh, dear, Sweetie Belle! I just remembered! Poor thing must be worried out of her mind right now!"
Sombra's eyes widened. "What is it? Is everything alright?"
Rarity took a deep breath. "Yes, it's fine, something just slipped my mind, is all. Sweetie and the girls are doing something for the wedding, and I think Sweetie might be a bit nervous... Terribly sorry, but I have to leave." She darted to the door, then stopped. "You know, I'm still not sure about that tie..."
Button frowned as Rarity left, then sighed. "I'm gonna go check on Sweetie, too. She gets pretty nervous easy, y'know." He patted Sombra's foreleg. "Hang in there, buddy. Try not to freak out, 'k?" Then, he left, too.
Sombra sighed, then took a seat at the vanity chair and stared at his reflection. He was dressed in a normal black suit, hardly elaborate whatsoever, and his mane was slicked back as usual. He frowned, then tucked a forelock away from his face, only for it fall back down, prompting him to sigh.
"Sombra?"
Sombra blinked, his eyes looking at the reflection, where Cheese Sandwich stood in the doorway. He turned towards him, somewhat surprised to see him. "Cheese. I thought you were out in the ballroom?"
Cheese shook his head. "Nope. I stopped hanging out there when two fillies decided it would be funny to rip my suit 'on accident'."
Sombra rose his brows. "Crusaders?"
"Nuh-uh. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, actually."
Sombra blinked. "They were invited?"
"Apparently. I think it's because of Silver Spoon's dad, and since he put down bringing a family on the invite, I guess he brought Diamond, too." Cheese frowned in confusion. "Why are they here, even? How does Pinkie even know half of the ponies here? I saw the Wonderbolts back in the second row, and Sapphire Shores hanging out with Fleur de Lis in the third!"
Sombra cleared his throat awkwardly. "I guess Pinkie's a big fan of Sapphire's?"
Cheese sighed. "And don't get me started on the Royals... Well, mainly Blueblood, but still. He's Trixie's plus one, and he's been making snide comments about the guests. Trixie keeps hitting him and telling him to quit, but she can only say so much." He frowned even more. "Ugh, why does she surround herself by mean ponies and negativity...?"
Sombra shrugged. "I wouldn't know, seeing as how I don't know her. I know that she used to work on the rock farm, and that she and Marble have a history together--"
"Wait, Pinkie's sister Marble?" Cheese arched a brow in interest. "What kind of history?"
Sombra gave him a deadpan look. "What do you think?"
Cheese's eyes widened. "Ooooh... I get it now!" He paused. "Oh, great, does this mean that there's going to be a scene?"
"Not unless Marble has already outed herself, which, I'm sure she hasn't. No one really knows except me, I guess."
Cheese frowned. "Great. Another thing for me to worry about..." He sighed. "Never mind me, how are you doing? You look pretty frazzled, man."
"Honestly?" Sombra questioned. "Not great. I feel pretty worried, and I'm not sure what about..."
"Worried about how the wedding's gonna go?" Cheese guessed.
Sombra blinked in surprise, but put on a blank face to eradicate it. "Yes, I suppose so..."
"And if things are gonna go right for you and Pinkie?"
"Well, yes, but--"
"And how the foal's gonna be?"
Sombra frowned. "You're pushing it, Cheese."
Cheese chuckled. "Sorry, I'm just highly intuitive at times of stress and high emotion." He put a hoof on Sombra's shoulder. "Y'know, I'm sure you're worrying over nothing. Things are gonna go just fine!"
"Don't jinx it," Sombra warned, though he smiled back at him. "Any clue how Pinkie's doing?"
"Pretty good, actually," Cheese told him. "She's calmed down a bit from before, so I guess that's something, right?" He frowned a bit in worry. "How about you? You still super nervous?"
Sombra sighed, then turned away from him. "Yes, I am. And it doesn't exactly help that the Princesses are going to be here, as well. I worry something might go wrong, and that I'll react poorly, prompting a overview of my reformation and behavior which will eventually lead to me and Pinkie getting separated because they find me unsuitable to be a parent or husband, so Pinkie has to raise the foal alone and without a father, so she's made fun of and scorned as the child is and things just go generally bad from the get-go."
Cheese was silent for a moment. "So, super nervous, then?"
"Yes, super nervous," Sombra said with a sigh. He ran a hoof over his mane once more. "And it doesn't help that I keep having this aching feeling of something being missing, too. Any idea what it could be?"
Cheese peered at Sombra for a moment, a small hum of thought escaping him as he did. Finally, he pointed at Sombra's tie. "The tie. Definitely the tie."
Sombra sighed. "I knew I wasn't imagining things when I said it didn't look right... But, I've tried on, what, 26 ties?"
"27, actually, but there's no logical way of me knowing that, right?" Cheese undid the tie and threw it over his shoulder. "Black is too drab with you, y'know. Wear something a little more colorful, will you?"
Sombra frowned at him. "Cheese, I tried on a red tie, blue tie, green tie, yellow tie, purple tie, a pink tie, a glitter tie, a pink glitter tie, a rainbow tie, and if you can guess it, odds are I wore it."
Cheese shrugged. "Who said it had to be a tie?" He pulled a box out form behind him, though Sombra could have sworn he hadn't seen it on him when he came in, then handed it to him. "Makes sense that my leg was twitching for me get this, then."
Sombra furrowed his brows in confusion, then took the box and opened it. His eyes widened and he dropped it, then caught it with his magic. "How in Tartarus did you even--"
"Don't. Ask." Cheese sighed. "Remember how I told you that you shouldn't question party ponies because...?"
Sombra frowned, then sighed in defeat. "'Because party ponies are not to be understood except by each other, and the things that you do is something normal ponies can see, yet not comprehend.'" He rolled his eyes. "You and Pinkie both..."
"And the foal, you know," Cheese told him. "Odds are he's gonna be a party pony like his mom!"
Sombra blinked. "'He'?"
"Don't ask how I know, just know that I do," Cheese told him. "He might be chill, like you are, though. I don't know how party genes work." He patted Sombra on the shoulder. "Whelp, I gotta run! Odds are the guests are probably wondering when the wedding's gonna start and that the bridesmaids are fretting over... whatever bridesmaids fret over. See ya!" Sombra arched a confused brow at Cheese as he darted out, but couldn't help but smile at him, feeling way better than he had before the day had begun.