Too quickly. For something so slow, it was over too quickly.
With a sigh, Fancypants put away his monocle and looked at his wife. Fleur still looked as radiant as ever where he was concerned, although the passage of time had not been kinder to her than it had been to him.
“What did you think, love?” He asked softly.
“Your intuition is still razor sharp, husband.” Fleur leaned in to give him a chaste kiss. “Rarity is definitely the right pony to bring our brand into the new age.”
Fancy smiled. “Only if she doesn’t create her own, first.”